Not classy Becky

Just my luck. I come into work after being gone 4 out of the last 5 business days and there’s someone DRILLING right underneath my office.

I’m going to complain for a minute, in case you didn’t realize.

I feel SO out of it. It’s the first time I’ve left my apartment in 3 days and I come into the office to a cold BITCH of a coworker who doesn’t give a shit about me and is passive aggressive and absolutely awful. I start to go through emails and my whole body just feels exhausted. Even the 15 minute drive getting here exhausted me. I am sipping on Daytime Theraflu and sneezing and sniffling and trying to stay comfortable. I’ve been in the office a half an hour.

THEN the drilling starts. WTF. Wtfwtfwtf. It’s loud and vibrating and if my head didn’t hurt already, IT DOES NOW. It already did, but now it really does. God I hate today. This week sucks. NEXT.

I go to ask BITCH coworker what that noise is and she doesn’t even look at me: “Drilling.” “Is it going to happen all day?” “Yup.” Like she’s smug about it. Like she knows it’s going to send me to death and is happy about it. I hate everything right now.

MY HEAD. My body. My eyes can barely stay open.

The good news is that yesterday I felt okay, and I started packing up my apartment. Clearing away the clutter. I know I already mentioned that, but I did it like 10 times more later in the day. I’ve decided I’m going to hire movers. I live at the top of a house 4 stories high and getting that shit in to the apartment was atrocious. And I didn’t even do the heavy lifting, G did. I’ll pack, they move. It’s only like $250. I have a feeling I’ll have to borrow money from dear old mom for this one. I always pay her back. Well, most of the time.

I have appointments to view two apartments today. One I think I want, I’m pretty sure. Top floor of an old brick building, only blocks away from my office. Hardwood floors, so Kona won’t pee on them. She likes carpets. I hate carpets for this reason. And carpets are harder to keep sparkling clean… do you realize how much fungus and nastiness gets trapped in carpets even if you vacuum them every day? Yucko.

The other one is nearby as well but I don’t know as much about it. I should probably look a bit more into it. If I like either one, I’m sending my landlord a “PLEASE LET ME MOVE WITH SHORT NOTICE!!” email, because she knows I have trouble with my neighbors.

On the boy front, well, nothing has progressed. I didn’t respond to Paco’s last FB message and I’m kind of hoping it stops there. I don’t really want to be reminded of that drunken shit show. It’s embarrassing, you know? The falling down, being absolutely ridiculous… if someone were to be videotaping me I probably would’ve checked myself into a rehab. Not a good feeling.

It’s my mom’s birthday party on Saturday and I don’t want to drink. I mentioned this to her and she was not pleased. Half of the reason I don’t want to drink is so I can drive home that night and I won’t have to sleep on a couch, because I will be one of four house guests. No thank you. Especially since one of the house guests is my step-cousin (note the STEP!) who I made out with after my grandma’s funeral a couple years ago. NOT CLASSY BECKY. Fuuuck.

I’m really not pleased with myself right now. I want to be out of my apartment and into a new one and I want the holidays to be over with. They’re so obligatory… I have to go to my dad’s for Thanksgiving with about 10 relatives I don’t like. Christmas my sister invites Dane and, well, he’s not family. I know. But the dynamics change. It’s not cool.

I also want things with Will to progress 20 times faster than they are, which is 0 miles an hour. I think the fact that we have history makes me think we should go from 0-60.

Okay the end.