Thursday, August 27, 2009

Living In Sin

I moved in with my boyfriend recently. I've go to say so far...its pretty nice. We have spent a bunch of money decorating and I love where we live. We have a yard, a garage, a DJ studio, a kick ass patio and plenty of space. I have been dating my boyfriend for two years now and moving in together just seemed like the right thing to do. I haven't lived with a guy in almost five years. My track record with live in boyfriends (there was only one) has not been too good. We broke up withing seven months of living together and I swore I'd never do it again...until I was either engaged or married. But as luck would have it the economy sucks and this bitch is on a budget. So I figure I love my boyfriend he treats me better than I deserve and...the kicker...he makes me breakfast at least twice a week!

So as I'm transitioning to my new life with the BF I have learned that it is very important to figure out a few things before shacking up. The first one is cleaning. Cleanliness is Godliness and don't forget it. I have heard my boyfriend say on more than one occasion that he is 'a clean guy'. I take that as ... he cleans up after himself and doesn't let shit get dirty/ messy/ unsightly. The problem is that I have been doing almost all the housework. Laundry, dishes, sweeping, moping, dusting. I feel like a 50's housewife. And at first I didn't mind in the least. I love this place and enjoy cleaning it so it looks nice. But its now getting to the point where I resent every god damn dish in that sink. I'm thinking of going on strike. At first I thought to myself maybe I am just too picky about cleaning. After all this is what my friend warned me about. She said the biggest problem she has with her boyfriend is arguing about housework. But after some pondering I think my expectations are more than reasonable. Don't leave your apple core sitting on the counter. Don't leave you weed and pipe out during the day while your not home and for Gods sake.... do some fucking laundry!

We haven't even been living together a month! And already...here I am. Irritated about moping. Except this is a secret irritation. I don't want to start bitching before we even get to pay rent for the second time. And I certainly don't want to start some fight over crumbs on the counter. I pick my battles and pick them well normally. I think what I'm afraid of mostly is screwing it up with my bazaarr mood swings. And fighting will replace sex. And we will wind up sleeping in different rooms like some unhappily married couple. I even did some research about moving in together before your married and everything I found said to talk about cleaning and money (who cleans what and when and who pays what bills). Our situation is not totally deteriorating or anything but I just know me. I'll wind up snapping....and who knows when.

The majority of my friends live with their significant others. Most did after dating for only a few months. And I always thought they were CRAZY! But somehow it always pans out for them. So I think I'll just approach him at clam appropriate time...when I know I have the most power.

Good Night!

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

She-Blogger


Every once and a while I get the sudden urge to write. About very random things that no one cares about.... mostly my life. What to do with this pointless ache to share my ideas, thoughts and opinions with people who don't care. I'm so tired of myspace and Facebook so behold.....Leaping Backward with Jana Nye.
I'm back bitches.

Just Call Me Pam


Today I got a phone call from a new potential employer. I'm not sure why but the thought of leaving my current job for a new one is so scary. Even though I make a decent wage and like the majority of co workers I sometimes hate my job. The ridiculousness of people shocks me everyday. I am in a bit of a pickel. I can't decide if I should sue my employer or not :).




A doctor there has been harassing me for the past year. I've put up a bit of fight. Complaining to my supervisor and adminstrator with no change. It took me threatning going to the EEOC and an attorney to get a reaction. But part of me feels that it is too little too late. After our little meeting and a threathing email this doctor is kissing my ass. I even started to feel bad for him. And this paperwork from the EEOC looks intimidating even though I know it is supposed to help me. My original plan was to find a new job and sue the shit out of my old one. But I am suddenly finding myself doing a little sould searching....playing with my moral compass. I don't feel this man is a sinsiter being who is completly evil. He can be an asshole but I think its just a lack of common sense. He's kind of like Michael Scott in The Office. I think he lacks a very basic thing that most of us have....a filter telling him what is appropriate and what is not. I'm going to my interview the day after tomorrow. Its only part time and hopefully making more money. Which would free up my schedule for school. Yikes. I was hoping to avoid all of this by hitting the jackpot in Vegas but life is a bitch and people are shit.