Tired = Hungover

My boss informed me that today I looked hungover. I reassured him that I was just tired and if you had my weekend you would be too...

Since my last post, my youngest cat, Julius, has been missing. I moved this last Friday (story to come) and he's been missing since the day before that. Thankfully, my sister spotted him, but he won't come to her. The last week I have been feeling so anxious, and on the verge of a panic attack/break down because of said missing cat. People keep saying he'll turn up, "Cat's always find their way home," but that has never been my experience. Also, of course the weekend I move is the weekend my lovely, awful employee decides to no call, no show. You know... because she's a 5 year old in a 20-something-year-old's body. Don't get me wrong, I'm uber glad I don't have to keep writing alternate schedules in case she calls in sick or just stop showing up as she did. She could have acted her age though, and let us know she found a new job. Just saying.

So, on Saturday night, which was supposed to be my first night at my new apartment, I invite myself over to my sister-in-law's for dinner. Before you jump down my neck at how rude that is, re-read the above paragraph and also add that I had no money and no groceries because of the new apartment costs. I knew only she could understand what I was going through since she lost her puppy a couple months prior. When I got over there she was sipping a Bloody Mary and I had my ice tea. Naturally, I asked her, "What goes good in ice tea?"

"Vodka." she responds simply, but before adding it to my drink she asks, "How happy do you want to get tonight?"

"I don't know. How happy are you getting?"

"I'm getting pretty happy tonight. You are too." I agreed with her.

Then her friend, Meggie, brought over some white wine which we had after our vodka drinks. This of course made us want to turn in for the night at 9 p.m. because we're awesome like that. The next morning I woke up at 6 a.m. and could not fall asleep because we went to bed early. I ended up downloading my music and writing a blog entry to be posted at a later date until she woke. I was really grateful for her company and understanding. Being with her that night and letting loose was something I had really needed. I thought I was ok. She made my morning by making banana, gluten-free pancakes with sausage and then I went to work.

I mean work itself wasn't too dramatic. The gym I work at is pretty low-key and laid-back which is nice. There was this one lady that refused to fill out our guest profile/liability waver because she, "wouldn't be sold anything." I did try to tell her that we had to have the information just to get her on the workout floor in case she got hurt. She was so stubborn and her friend was so fed up with her bad behavior that she went to work out and the woman sat in the lobby the whole time. She tried to ask me if she could just go stand next to her friend and I stood my ground. It took about an hour, but she finally gave up. :) I win! When I finally got off work, I was starving and in a horrible mood. Luckily, seester tricked me into accepting a twenty dollar check for her not returning a red box dvd. I went shopping for some groceries: itallian sausage (because I had a Costco-amount of spaghetti noodles and Ragu tomato sauce), chips (because I had salsa), and cheese (to put on the chips to dip in the salsa).  On the way home boy calls and asks how I am and I tell him that I'm going to make myself Italian sausage spaghetti.

"Can you make enough for two?" he asked all slyly.

"Well I planned on making enough for the week because I'm poor and have no food." I then informed him that although I wouldn't be much company, he was welcome to come over and check out my new place. Of course he had little sympathy for the lost Julius because he is one of the ones who think I have too many cats. I showered when I got home because I felt like a dirty person. When he got there he commented on my place being a pig sty or something of the sort. I put on the water for the noodles and notice when I turn the nobby-thingy that the light isn't coming on to indicate that my hand would get burned if I decide to touch it like an idiot.

"How do you feel about nachos," I ask.

"Make whatever you want... or we could go out." he says.

"Lets go out because my stove isn't working and no I don't want to talk about it," I say, wanting to cry. It's embarrassing when your amazing apartment doesn't show off like you tell it to!

As I'm getting dressed in non-pajama like clothes, he tells me that he'll take me to whatever I want. Although he is an ass sometimes, I sure do appreciate him. We end up going to Chilli's and I get a mango margarita and he gets a regular one. They funnily enough poured mine in the glass with salt and his in the one with sugar. So we drank them and switched glasses. Then I ordered food that was so off my diet plan that I'll be doing double work outs for the next week. It was totally worth it though. When we got back to my place, he tries to set up the television... the cord that supplies electricity from the wall is missing. Ok... WHY WOULD THEY MAKE THAT DETACHABLE?! He, being the genius he is, has his laptop and we watched Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part 1. I try not to gripe that it isn't on blu-ray.

When the night is over and he's going home, he suggests that maybe my oven is just un-plugged.

"Who would unplug an oven?" I wonder.

"It's for safety. You should do it when you go on vacation," I hate when he sounds more grown up than me. This gives him ammo when he accuses me of being too young. The next morning I pull my oven out and sure enough, it was unplugged. Now if only my television cord would magically appear too. No internet and no television makes Lynda go something something...