So Much For Saturday

Yesterday was less the ideal.

First off, we had decided to try going to Tall and Sassy again, against better judgement but it was cheaper. They came and got the money (from the hubby at work, I still haven't seen them in over two weeks now) and on their way they went.

Five hours later, Tall texts the hubby. "It looks like it's not going to happen today, or in the next couple days." By the way, you are not a dealer if you take someone's money and go get them weed with it. That's hooking someone up. The hubby and I have done it plenty of times but we knew that didn't mean we were dealers. I think to call yourself a dealer, you should have the weed to sell in the first place, otherwise you are just a middle man. The hubby told him to bring back the money, so we could take care of it.

Tall brought the money to the hubby, made him actually stop working to come out into the parking lot to receive it. Later, while the hubby was still working Tall texted again. "Do you mind if "Sassy" and I come over and chill?" Even the hubby was ticked off, I guess that means it's not just me overreacting this time.

After the hubby got home from work and told me all of this (I hate wondering if it's everything, the hubby likes to try and protect me from getting upset) he texted Tall back, telling him we had to get up real early to go get the weed that he couldn't, so no, it wouldn't be a good night to come over. I don't remember the last time we turned someone away, even for a logical reason like needing sleep.

Second on my shit list, the hubby found out how much his raise is yesterday. Fifty cents. Everyone was expecting a dollar. They have now screwed him on his last three raises. A year ago was the first one, again he was supposed to get a dollar, but the boss tried to compromise and told him to ask again in six months. So he waited, and he asked, you know he did. Bad timing I guess.

The boss was on her way out, had been working for months on that coveted higher position and finally got it, little things like the hubby's raise didn't matter anymore. He was told to wait for the new boss to come in and to ask her. So again he waited, new boss came, and he asked. Apparently no one had bothered to pass along the notion that the hubby was due another raise, so corporate put another three month hold on it. Now finally, a year later since the initial screwing, and it happens again.

The hubby wants a new job anyway, he has for quite some time. He wants to work in a higher quality kitchen with higher quality food. I don't blame him, there isn't much challenge in working a microwave to make pasta or a baked potato. The thought of him switching jobs scares me. There has been a wonderful stability in him working where he is for as long as he has.

Even if he does start looking for a new job, it will still be a few months before it happens. His work gave him three weeks of vacation time for it being there five years, it's been the main motivation to stay. That and I'd like to move first. It will look much more appealing on a rental application that he has been in his current job for over five years, rather then just having started a new job.

I was hoping on that raise. I was hoping it would help us when we have to start paying more rent after we move to a bigger apartment. I was hoping it would help us stop falling further and further behind. I was hoping we could start putting money in the bank. The hubby says we can still do all that, everything always works out. It's a hard thing to believe when I have tears rolling down my face.

I am not sure if either of these things merited tears, or whether or not I was just overwhelmed by it all. I get upset easily, it's hard to tell. The funny thing, last night, the first thing I wanted to do was come here. To blog it all out, to feel better. I'm still not sure how well this is all working for me as far as my mental state, but it was my first impulse. Is that strange?

So on to today.

Gotta find weed, always important, yes? Tall and Sassy suck.

I have to do some extra cleaning, I'm pretty sure our houseguest will be arriving sooner rather then later, it all depends on if he wants to save the twenty bucks and wait a week or not. I'm a housewife, I can't complain too much about cleaning.

Tonight I have to call to see if I have to go in for jury duty tomorrow, I'm still pissed about that whole thing. Even though the hubby and I got married at the courthouse, I don't think I like that place.

I wonder if Tall and Sassy will call. I wonder why it matters whether or not they do. I wonder if anyone else will stop by. Again, I wonder why it matters. I put too much importance on the people around me, don't I? Ugh, Monday and Tuesday are my weekend, this whole Saturday and Sunday thing is overrated.