I finally have my very own key for the office! It feels nice.

After work I decided to take myself shopping. I wasn't planning on buying anything, I just wanted to look around. I also didn't wanna go home to an empty apartment, Sean will not be home until 10ish.

So anyway, there I was having a blast. Such a great sale, I got six things for $49.41. They were all on sale and each less than ten dollars. ISN'T THAT SUPER FABULOUS.
What can I say? I am a sucker for red tag sales (plus the music they were playing was good). I made sure to try on each piece of clothing to make sure it fit properly, and not just buy it cuz it was under ten bucks. I think I was there for almost an hour and a half.

Good times.

Well, while rifling through the clothes racks I was also on the phone with the momz. All of a sudden, I see a male figure, tall, blonde, wearing a black trench coat start to walk towards me. I'm thinking maybe the dude knew me or something, but as I look up it's a complete stranger. I look at him like, Yeah? and continue talking to my mom. He interrupts me.

Strange man: Long Johns?

Me: (My face turns red) Excuse me?

Strange man: (says with attitude - and also assumes I can't understand english) Long.... Johns, where... are... they? (He's also motioning with his hands)

Now, if he didn't have such an attitude, I think I'd have been much nicer to him, despite, the fact that I was a little embarrassed.

Me: I don't work here! Would someone who works here be on their friggen cell phone or be wearing a friggen coat carrying a shopping bag?

Him: Oh, sorry.

Me: (mumbles) Mutha fucka.

I can hear my mom laughing in the background. GEEZ!

Hi. Post to me. :-D

GUYS!

This job is so hard. I don't know why. There's so much shit to remember. Everything has a deadline. I had such a long long day today. I feel like my supervisor thinks I'm a dumbass. She was kinda mean today to boot. She explained she was tired from the long weekend and I'm sure she was annoyed at my dumbassness.
Why can't my brain process and store all of the information? Am I stupid or something?

I'm SOOOOO TIRED.

I'm tired. Crampy. I want to go back to sleep.

Not that I have any but...

If there was a thing I'd omit from marriage to make it successful...it'd be in laws. I'll 'splain more later.

I think I'm in love with Tom Brady.

Venting time.

Whoa. It's 2:22 A.M and I just finished some ironing, lots of cleaning and I still have more to do. I wish Sean knew how to help out more. Does he not know how to clean or does he like living in filth? Tomorrow, I'll be tackling the living room and dining room.

Him: Great job on the kitchen.

Me: Thanks, let's hope it stays that way.

Him: Most of the dishes were yours.

That statement wasn't true. Rather than argue with him, I shut him out and went into the zone. What makes me mad is I don't understand how he could say that all the dishes were mine. Yes, maybe 3 or 4 but the rest of the stuff was all his mess. The dirty wok that had been sitting there for days, the 12 glasses, the pan he cooks his eggs in, EVERYTHING. But you know, I'd rather wash the dishes because I think his way of washing them is not sanitary. He wonders why I use disposable cups when I drink water. I think if you don't have a dishwasher and have to wash the dishes by hand you should thoroughly scrub them and use super hot water. Okay. I gotta stop thinking about this. It's only pissing me off to the point of me wanting to drop kick him in the head.