I was up late prepping stew and cleaning. It's all ready to take out of the fridge and pop in the crock pot. Wedding guy is coming over tonight for dinner. Our conversation last night actually seemed pretty normal, so I'm hopeful that any weirdness from the weekend is dissipating.
I put on a sweatshirt, brushed my teeth, slapped on some foundation, and went to the cafe. No bra, even. It was probably not pretty but we still kissed goodbye.
So today I am rushing around trying to get shit done including setting up a benefits survey, creating communications and follow-up workflow, coordinating who is tracking employees since I will be gone, my douchey HR employee is asking all of these snarky questions about it questioning how it's set up. It doesn't matter just fucking do what I say. There's extra items to put together as well as my regular daily stuff. I STILL need to pack. My parents decided to take the park and ride to the airport and apparently this equals picking me up at 4:30 AM for a 7:30 AM flight (the airport is 20 minutes away). JUST IN CASE
And I have another date tonight. Honestly I will just be happy to get drunk because my head is too full. Making out will also help.
And I feel bad because I am talking about myself a lot and not commenting on other people's posts and I'm sorry. I have read them.
Post by starrieskies on Oct 9, 2014 12:34:13 GMT -5
Hmm... I had a response all typed out but apparently it wad eaten.
The cs order states the monthly dollar amount, but the spreadsheet used to calculate the amount is attached as well. It clearly shows the daycare amount and that we are each responsible for half. So it is kind of a gray area.
I know he is manipulating me into feeling bad. I am just having trouble turning it off. But I really do like the idea of putting it in a savings account or college fund.
motzie, I'll know more when I get home. He came out earlier than expected yesterday, but I was still en route to the kids and missed him. He found where they are coming in and wants to try the spray/trap method first. I'm okay with that as there seem to be fewer each day (it's getting colder and colder at night), but I am going to track the numbers and report back to him if things do not improve--then I will tell him to call the exterminator and tell them they can talk to me.
Ok, fine cuddlyevil For now! I swear I will cut a bitch on your behalf if this isn't cleared up ASAP. I would be a raving lunatic by now if I were you.
Oh, if there were consistently a large number every day (like the 50-ish from Thursday to Friday night), the exterminator would be en route. Trust. Right now, they're mostly contained to my room so I can work with that--even if it isn't ideal. The cold is helping too.
This has gone on for days and days, cuddlyevil. He needs to call the exterminator NAO. If he lived there himself it would have been done already. Living in fear of being stung at night is no way to liiiiive.
He's paying off a giant medical bill (just had open heart surgery 3 months ago). I think he's avoiding it, even though I'm willing to handle it.
But... that's not your problem. Business is business. I understand you're trying to be nice but you shouldn't be nice when it's detrimental to your own well being.
And you shouldn't be willing to handle it. That's the amazing part of renting. It's not your problem because it's not your house/building.
Honestly, this situation has surprised me because usually he is extremely quick to respond and rectify any issues that come up. It just seems out of character.
Oh, if there were consistently a large number every day (like the 50-ish from Thursday to Friday night), the exterminator would be en route. Trust. Right now, they're mostly contained to my room so I can work with that--even if it isn't ideal. The cold is helping too.
Story time with SwimDeep (aka Dory)!
Last year, H and I went through three different life cycles of the common housefly.
Never figured out where they were coming from, but we figured probably from outside. So we sealed up windows and doors and thought everything was good.
A couple of weeks later, it happened again. But the second time it was worse. I mean...plague-level:
We killed hundreds of flies (I'd never experienced anything like it before, so I counted). It remains one of the most disgusting things I've ever experienced. Two days later, they were all dead/gone. We still couldn't figure out where they came from.
Finally, mid-September, it happened a third and final time. Both of us released so much pent up aggression on those flies, there were fly body parts smeared all over the windows. But there weren't nearly as many of them as before, and again, we never could figure out where they came from. We hunted throughout our entire living space, looking for food sources, openings to the outside, everything we could think of, but we never found anything.
All that to say, if I had that many hornets in my living space, I would be in a hotel. With my cats. I'll let the girls play with flies (and sometimes spiders), but stinging things die. Burn.It.Down.
ETA: So, responding to my pride, I went back to fix a couple of grammar mistakes in this post. Apparently in doing so, I managed to delete more than half of my story and several fun gifs...
Here they are:
ETA again...third time's the charm? Is ProBoards acting up for anyone else?
Also, I'd just like to say that I combed through more than my fair share of gross housefly gifs, and I decided not to subject any of you to any of them.
Also, I'd just like to say that I combed through more than my fair share of gross housefly gifs, and I decided not to subject any of you to any of them.
Also, I'd just like to say that I combed through more than my fair share of gross housefly gifs, and I decided not to subject any of you to any of them.
Thank you.
I feel like your sig is more appropriate to my story than any of the gifs I found, lol. I really hope the hornet problem is eradicated soon!
This has gone on for days and days, cuddlyevil. He needs to call the exterminator NAO. If he lived there himself it would have been done already. Living in fear of being stung at night is no way to liiiiive.
It's okay to be emotional. That's a big "bomb" to throw on a relationship, even one as new as yours.
I'm glad it seems like the "awkward" has dissipated.
I don't think it's totally gone, there's less texting and talking overall. Maybe he's reevaluating too or maybe he's following my lead or maybe I'm overly sensitive. But my hope is that by seeing each other in person we can just relax and enjoy and leave the other stuff behind. We were talking about plans for next weekend already, so I know I'm overthinking a bit (or a lot).
His personal problems are NOT your problems. He should not be discussing medical bills with you. He has a responsibility to call the exterminator and get rid of this problem. You need to stand up for yourself and your safety here and tell him so. No more excuses, no more waiting or trying spray methods. THEY HAVE NOT WORKED. YOU ARE PAYING TO LIVE IN THIS PLACE. Pull your lease if necessary to remind him of the obligation he has to call the exterminator.
H (from his office): What in the hell..? Me (from my office): Is everything okay? H: Uhhhh. I just saw something really bizarre outside. Me: Okay...what? H: I don't know. It was either a yorkie or a wild turkey, just running down our street! Me: (huh) H: I couldn't tell, because it went by so fast! Me: You cannot tell the difference between a turkey or the neighbor's yorkie running down the road?? Dude. H: It was in my periphery! Don't judge!
His personal problems are NOT your problems. He should not be discussing medical bills with you. He has a responsibility to call the exterminator and get rid of this problem. You need to stand up for yourself and your safety here and tell him so. No more excuses, no more waiting or trying spray methods. THEY HAVE NOT WORKED. YOU ARE PAYING TO LIVE IN THIS PLACE. Pull your lease if necessary to remind him of the obligation he has to call the exterminator.
Well, part of the problem is that we've been communicating by text so my frustration level is not being translated effectively. I am going to reach out to him and his wife (who seems to be much more forceful at getting him to do stuff) and go from there--including texting them the phone number of the exterminator and saying "call them and tell them they can talk to me", then I will deduct my out of pocket costs from my next month's rent. Because now that we have a good idea where they're coming in, even if the spray he uses works, I want to be certain no one who lives in this house has to deal with it again.