Moan, moan, moan
The good: It’s almost Friday. The boss has been gone since yesterday moring. I finally got that lost
tooth replaced (yes, I did indeed loose a tooth and couldn’t find it, after the 3rd time that I
replaced it with superglue, I figured I could use a new one). I left work at 13:00 yesterday
to have said tooth replaced.
The bad: It ain’t Friday afternoon yet, I lost about a week’s worth of actual grindstoning yesterday
which I have to catch up on today (maybe this should be under ugly??). . .
The ugly: Oh where should I start. . .
. . . my Mom is over in Canada for a visit, she lost her wallet. Never to be seen again. I hope she still has her passport. Eish.
My car, the insurance seems to think that I have a reserve car stashed somewhere cause the claim hasn’t even been approved. No assessor has gone to see my little wreck, so no movement there. I do in fact have a back-up at the moment, but me being me, of course, there is a problem with that too. If you wish (and believe me at the best of times wishing is as far as it goes, there are no guarantees that it will actually happen) to start the car, you need to open the hood, attach the little wire that’s been connected to the petrol pump to the battery then find some religion and hope the car starts. For the record, does anyone know who the god of mechanical components is? I know Thor does lightning etc, but I dunno who to contact about the car. . . Petrol. Enough said.
No, that is not all. Tonight we are taking said automobile to F’s ‘friend’ from work. What a complete and utter [insert word of choice here after reading next couple of sentences]. He has two kids, girl = 4 and boy = 1.something. OMG, I have NEVER seen such spoilt brats. Tantrums, messy, NO respect. There is nothing that irks me more that a disrespectful child. If that little girl were mine, she would be severely abused. And don’t even THINK I am getting away with the ‘but the kids have to bath and eat’ etc. I tried that and it back fired big time. As for the dad, what a retarded caveman. His wife doesn’t work (now that is a bonus) so she can take care of the kids. Last time we were there the conversation more or less went like this:
Idiot Cave Man: Since she doesn’t work I expect to come home to a warm cooked meal every night.
There is hell to pay if my house isn’t clean. There is no reason or excuse for dirty
dishes or dirty washing. What else does she have to do during the day?
HappyTheClam: How about she runs after two toddlers, feeds them every 15 minutes, only to have the
plates of food overturned on the carpet, which she then has to wash, bath both of
cause the pieces that didn’t go on the carpet is in their hair and all over their clothes.
As if that isn’t a big enough chunk out of her day, she then has to polish the floor,
vacuum the carpets, clean all the counter tops only to start the cycle all over again.
Then she hasn’t even started supper or the washing. Never mind the ironing! What
are you going to do when she goes back to work? Do you help her around the house
then?
At this stage I was screeching like a banshee, sweating like a boxer and panting as though in the middle of a heated session of steamy … uhm… sauna?
ICM: Well, when she goes back to work I will get her a maid to help once a week.
For the safety and sanity of all in the room I decided to step outside and smoke several ciggies and try to gain my composure. ICM then decided he will join me so we can carry on with our delightful conversation.
ICM: It is tradition that these duties are performed by a woman, it is not a man’s job.
HTC: Not if both partners are working, not a chance you MCP. Besides, I don’t see you running
around after the little ones?
ICM: I am tired after work, it is not my responsibility.
That was the end of the conversation. Other than me telling him I think, no, in fact I KNOW he is an asshole and he shouldn’t be resentful when, not if, his wife leaves him.
I have a lovely evening to look foward to don’t you think??
