Yes, I’m in my room hiding from my grandmother at the moment…
Yesterday she was all in a tizzy that her gifts wouldn’t fit in her suitcase, despite multiple reassurances that we could easily pop it in a box and ship it to her. I screwed up the size on a couple things, she said to have them shipped to Phoenix when I reordered. So I did. Then she decided she wanted them shipped here. (I guess so we can then ship them to Phoenix in a week and a half.) Too late, now she’s down there fretting over the box arriving at her house before she’s home, despite the fact that she has a petsitter coming every other day who also brings in the mail.
There is also the matter of cash. She’s running low. Have repeatedly told her she can write one of us a check and we can get cash out for her at the ATM. (Her ATM card is locked in her safe deposit box…) She’s getting spooled up about that, too. We’re going out this afternoon to tend to that.
The tile guy came and left this morning, he’s going to have to do the work tomorrow. Seems my ex fucked up what he did do six ways from Sunday and there is a lot of little things he has to undo and then redo. He also has to find fixtures for me, as the only thing I could find at Home Depot had a bunch of other crap in it that I didn’t need, and as it turns out, won’t fit anyway unless we rip out part of the wall, which we both agreed was probably not ideal.
I’m working 11-8 this week, forgetting about the fact that Thursday is her birthday. If someone can’t switch shifts with me that day, I’m so totally and completely screwed.
It’s incredibly selfish, but I’ll be happy when I have my life back.
