I’m Having My Period & That’s the Least Annoying Part of My Day

Last night, in bed, Drew, the man I love and want to spend the rest of my life with, found that Disney World is hiring a senior manager for low voltage engineering.  That’s been his dream job (thought Disneyland in California was the discussion) for as long as I’ve known him.  But it’s in Florida!

I want to go home!  I moved to the opposite coast with him for a job, and he doesn’t even work for them, anymore.  Now he has a job that would allow him to live anywhere he wants, as long as it’s close to an airport.  So we’ve been talking about moving back toward California when our lease is up here, next Spring.

So, this morning, I slept later than I would have liked, and when I got up, we were out of the makings of my morning smoothie.  So I had to improvise, and it gave me a stomach ache.  While drinking the offending smoothie, I looked at Facebook, and found that the meme I posted last night and thought was completely innocuous, had been commented on by a long-time, good friend, with whom I avoid discussing politics or anything in which we might disagree, because she’s prickly.   The meme to the right is what I posted, and this was her response:  “Actual I think we need one to say it’s okay to be straight and proud.”

Just pasting that makes my blood pressure rise.  Who said you can’t be straight and proud?  As a straight, white female, she has few obstacles in front of her, though more than if she were straight, white male.  The butt hurt is killing me.

So I wanted to talk to someone about it to blow off some steam, but it’s 3 hours earlier in California, where everyone I’d want to talk to was still asleep.  I could go talk to Drew, but he’s asleep, and I didn’t have a lot to say to him last night because of the discussion about Florida.  I realized that I love him too much to try to guilt trip him into passing up this opportunity.  So I made some stipulations, and if he gets the job, I’ll find a way to be happy in Florida.

But now he’s trying to explain my friend’s perspective.  Which I know, and think it’s childish at best.  And besides, it’s not even what she said, as much as the fact that when she posts idiotic pro-Trump crap, I ignore it because she says she doesn’t want to discuss politics.  But I don’t need him translating bigot to me, and justifying their stance because “it was in the workplace.”

Why are people so fucking irritating?  I need pizza.

…. and chocolate….

…. and margaritias….