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My father was putting up my new shelves tonight and my mother came in and said she needed her email to her website fixed TONIGHT and I said I'll try I had to do my insurance tonight (and I had just spent the two hours previous in the pouring rain and standing in line for an hour trying to pick up stuff for my camera that I couldn't do the day before because my mother never told me that my sister would be at the house at 3:30pm for the movies, it would have been nice of her to share that with me. Then she told me if it's convenient she wanted me to price PCAnywhere while at CompUSA. Being at CompUSA was nerve-wracking in itself and then I didn't have to even walk through the store to get what I had gone for and wasn't about to make the extra effort when she could just pull it up online from home. Then she pretty much TOLD ME (with her tone) that if I didn't do this other favor for her (which she could never do herself because she REFUSES to learn anything) that I was in big trouble. If she would just learn not to yell at people when she needs something, a lot more things would get done. My father told me to do it for her (which doesn't really matter because he'll leave for Santa Barbara tomorrow and wash his hands of it) but she had taken the paperwork with the passwords on it because if I wasn't going to do it tonight, then she wasn't going to let me do it at all...wasn't she the one who was asking me a favor?? She always does that, makes it impossible for me to do something that she wanted me to do, because I wouldn't do it RIGHT THAT SECOND. As you can see, her logic isn't very...logical. I was quite prepared after that to tell whoever came to my door that I wasn't going to do it until she admitted that she was wrong for yelling at me. She thinks that if she yells louder and stomps her feet like a child that you'll do it for her. Like it's my birthday weekend and because she bought me stuff (that I didn't ask for by the way, I've been trying to cancel my birthday all together for years) that I owe her something more than a "Thank you" and whatever. No, she wants major payback for the trouble she went to to buy me these things. my dad's the one who went out in the rain to put my new windshield wiper blades on my car, and bought a new lens and case for my camera that I didn't have to ask for, he just bought it! like he thought of it ALL BY HIMSELF OMG! and then he installed all my shelves sunday evening.
So the "celebration" is over, my birthday turned out just making me tired. It's 9pm and I'm probably going to go to sleep, then get up and get on my bike later. I never got down to CompUSA to pick up the Microdrive so I have to do it tomorrow or they'll put it back on the shelf. We were in the backyard with a fire going with the plan to roast marshmallows and I moved seats so that I wouldn't be sitting next to my mother and then SHE moved seats so she was sitting next to me again. She knows I don't like her and I'd rather be as far as possible from her but she just keeps...EXISTING! I'm trying to print photos I just took and my printer isn't working. I'm going to sleep. Maybe when I close my eyes everything will go away.
My dad didn't come home tonight like I thought he was going to so I stayed at work after I clocked out and did random things that I wanted to do but didn't have time for during my regular 40 hours. I called him while he was at work but I was on the clock and I was tired so I didn't have a lot to say. I've been maintaining the filing room at work which takes a lot more effort than it sounds. First I had to clean it up which meant filing probably about two to three thousand jobs in random boxes all over the place. The lady who's supposed to maintain it had all these excuses for letting it get to such an awful state. None of them were very good at all. When I first started there a year ago I did this as well and then left it to others to maintain it. Now I'm back in there again and I'm not leaving it to others to maintain this time. I've been going in there daily to file all the jobs for that day to keep it under control. Great upper body workout *wink* lots of lifting and moving heavy boxes of files constantly. It's actually calming to keep it so organized and ordered. It really freaks me out when I'm walking out the door at night and there are still unfiled jobs. The unfortunate thing is that with my other duties, I have to maintain the files outside my 40 hours (after I've clocked out for the day). It's okay though, .75 hours less time spent around my mother today alone. I wish when I was home I had that kind of compulsive organizational energy. I used to. My room used to be unnaturally clean. I'm tired but I had about 4 inches of cheddar cheese bread for breakfast, 7 low-fat rice cakes and 600 cals of rice for dinner, and four cookies at work. I'm freaking out. I don't know whether to scream or cry. we're going to roast marshmallows tomorrow night in the torrential rain for my birthday. I was doing it more for my mother because she wanted to use her bonfire thing. whatever. I'm really tired after last night. I didn't feel it today but I was on all sorts of caffeine and friday-ness and supervisor's-gone-for-the-day and whiney-coworker-didn't-come-to-work craziness. I'm tired, i should go to sleep. Though I feel like if I go to sleep I'm allowing the food I ate to turn right into fat. I feel like I'm surrendering something, giving up, raising my white flag.
My camera came! I don't even know how to use it and I think it's the most wonderful thing ever. I still have to get my 4gb microdrive and battery charger (works in a car lighter) which I've reserved/ordered at a local Best Buy and CompUSA, I'll pick them up saturday morning. I was playing around with the camera this evening once I got home and got my lens on it (it doesn't come with a lens or flash card) and snapping shots to see how fast it was but working in test mode. There's so many buttons and sometimes they do something and other times you can hit them as many times as you want but they don't do anything. It's going to be interesting reading about all the settings. I brought it straight to show to my therapist before I even took it out of the box. We didn't talk about much today because I had all sorts of news but I think I'm going to get a lecture Monday about my food. I was expecting it sooner but from her tone I think I'm in trouble for real this time. I still have to get this blood test and I'm starting to dread the day it arrives in my doctor's office. I don't really want to sleep. It's after 4am and I have to work tomorrow. Oh well, I guess 4 hours is better than nothing.
I'm 23. A friend of mine at work said "Hey birthday girl" like she hadn't even rehearsed it, like maybe she actually remembered on her own. I didn't remind her. I think she told my supervisor because he came over and said "Is this you?" and dug out my office calendar with all the meetings, anniversaries, and birthdays on it and pointed at the 6th. I said yeah and he said "In case I forget, Happy Birthday." He's a funny little Phillipino man whom I've gotten to know pretty closely over the past three or four months. He likes to tell me, and probably anyone who will listen, about his family traditions, office gossip from over the past however many years he's been there, and whatever else is currently on his mind. So far my camera is on time and is expected to be delivered for my birthday. It will hopefully get to my office before I leave for my therapy appointment at 3pm. That would be really cool. I called my dad at work and told him all about what's happened with it because he loves his camera and I didn't want to wait until Saturday to tell him. My mother would never even want to attempt to use a camera that actually had more settings than "on" and "off" so I haven't told her. My dad apologized for not being here for my birthday which actually meant a lot because he's never here for my birthday unless it falls on a Saturday which is like every six years or something. I'm gonna to work late tomorrow night, probably until 9pm because my mother has a history of making me feel completely worthless so I think I'll have my own fun. I think I usually cut on my birthday too so it's probably best I don't come home early. The owner (I'm going to call her that because I don't know what her actually title is) of the company came to the office yesterday to sit with the billing department to understand how they work and hopefully help them go paperless. My department is so small, a mini [enter company name here] they call us, that we started discussing switching to a paperless system just a few months after I started there. It was helpful I think that I knew the ins and outs of the basic (and not so basic) computer system and the significance of being able to share files on a server. So many people there don't have even the most basic computer skills. Anyhow, later in the evening after the owner had a day to sit with someone in that department, she asked me if I would mind, since I'm familiar and comfortable with the paperless process if I would sit at the computer they're going to have on projector in an upcoming department meeting and show the department how I go through the process of billing a job without a worksheet in my hand so to speak. My supervisor keeps reminding me of it, he knows I hate being paperless. I've told him all my problems with it, why it's a horrible thing. Of course he and I keep my opinions on the subject between us because the owner thinks it's just the greatest thing since sliced bread. Sliced bread...I had a bagel today at work and didn't freak out over it. It was a good one too, definitely worth it. My coworker is such a whiner, she left early today because of a headache when I spent all last week sick as a dog, but I was at work because I had work to do, everyone comes in unless they're throwing up or something. She always complains that she wants to leave early "just because" and then she leaves and we find that there's work that she failed to do that had to be done that day. I hope she doesn't expect me to come in Saturday so she can make up time because I'm celebrating my birthday Saturday. And even though "celebrating" is probably an exaggeration, I'm not going into work that day. I've been working until 9pm this week because I had an extra appointment and I will do anything to not have to work another Saturday. Okay I'm going to bed. I think my heart is tired of beating. It keeps pounding at my chest like it's trying to break out and hop away.
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