Happy Thursday!

What a madhouse the past couple of days have been. I feel like I've been running around all week, with very little to show for it. I'm not even home right now, I'm at work, but the boss is off taking a nap for 15 minutes. LOL. (REALLY!)

I've more work to do at home, but it's hard when you aren't in your 'zone'. I can't really edit work on TC from here, although I did go off on Nio for saying we were discriminating against men on purpose. (That's not true.) So, if you are a guy and you're reading this and you write, drop on by Toasted Cheese and post something, huh? I swear we aren't anti-men. Not even a little.

RANT

DH did bills last night. He's a frightening creature when he's dealing with money. I swear, I should just give up and take the responsibility away from him. He makes himself, and me in the process, nuts.

So, he's decided to do them at my desk. Unusual, he generally does them at the kitchen table, which remarkably was even clean. Okay, I think. I'll just leave him to it then. I went in the living room and popped in Kou's "Buffy: First Season" DVD and start watching an episode about a dummy. (I haven't finished it, either.) About five minutes into it, I hear something slam onto, near, around, by, through, or whatever the keys of my keyboard. Okay, it MAY have been the chair, but I know what keyboard keys sound like. About 30 seconds later, something goes *thud* into a wall. Doesn't it all bode well?

He comes out from the back room (my house is long, the office is where the garage should be, on the other side of the kitchen) with a cloud of what I like to refer to as "Bill Frenzy" on his face. "*swear* bills! It's $$$ and they aren't even all there!" I am steeled against "Bill Frenzy," but have stopped Buffy anyhow. He hates Buffy, and hates to be ignored. I'm not gonna make things worse at this point. "Missing some?" I ask. "Yeah, your credit card, and (this and that)." he is loud, but that's not uncommon. It's not shouting, but it's not talking. "Frenzy Voice". I say, "Well, I know where the credit card one is. It hasn't come. But they did send an overdraft notice the other day, it's in front of my computer because....." I'm cut off as he turns, stalks off, muttering under his breath. "In front of the computer, yeah, like that's not a big mess and how can I .... *trails off but continues*"

Now, I'm mad. This particular bill is there so I can solve a problem with it. It's too much money, and I will call them and tell them so. But I have worked and worked for 2 straight days (he didn't notice) on several projects that needed my attention. But he doesn't want to hear that, he wants to whine. Fine. Let him whine. I restart Buffy.

Sure as fire, he's back there yelling at nobody about how much that bill was, and he's found another equally large bill. He's just yelling. I have no clue what's going on in Buffy. Sound of footsteps approaching. Insert rant about credit card bill, with additional rant. This one is about WHERE the bills are supposed to go..."you know, that little metal thing on top of the...." I have had enough. "OMG!" I scream, slapping both hands to my face. I am over-reacting. I know it, can't stop it. "You mean in the BILL PILE? YOU JEST!" Well, that didn't help. I see this instantly as "Bill Frenzy" becomes "Must Kill Wife" face....and I put up stopping hand. "I'm sorry! But OMG, do you think I'm an IDIOT?" I ask. "No," he says. "But you were treating me one because the amount of the bills is SO my fault?" He sighs the sigh of the pained. I come to earth, reboot brain, stare at the paused picture of Buffy. I explain, as best I can, that I have an "in-box" system in place. I put the bills beside me on the desk, then he sees them and moves them to the official bill pile. That way, he knows they've arrived. But from now on, I won't.

Long pause while I explain about the credit card bill, the water bill, the phone bill, and on and on and on. So he starts on another tack. This is his patented, once-monthly "Get a Job" refrain. The trick? He's not allowed to SAY "You need a job or we won't make it." Not because of ME, but because he .... insert reasoning here. I have no idea. Doesn't want to tick me off? Doesn't want to hear me explain, again, about how I DO have a job (I mentioned I was at work, right?) and it DOES pay, just not like HE thinks? I have no idea. The real kick-ass to this part of the conversation? I have been considering puttin in an application to Blockbuster. It's close, I know everyone there, it's part time, and I deal easily with irate customers (please see above...or not! LOL). But he never says it, never asks about it, never suggests it. Just hints, hems, haws, rambles....I let him go. He doesn't want me to respond anyhow. I stare at the now blue-screen tv.

I don't think he should handle the bill paying anymore.

ON A DIFFERENT RANT

My boss took me to see "Star Wars" on Sunday? Well, the male boss did. This same guy didn't bother to tell the female boss, his wife (all but literally anyhow). Guess what? I'm here now and she asked what movie I wanted to see....Star Wars or Spiderman. "I already saw Star Wars..." Guess who didn't tell her?

*snarl* Cleans up mess....

But we're leaving now, so I'm off.

Herete!

Deoris