Strezz

I need to be on an episode of MTV's True Life called "True Life: I Don't Know What Day It is."

I be stressin!!! Do you ever feel like there just aren't enough hours in the day? That there isn't enough money in your bank account? And that the human population in general is pretty stupid?

All that has pretty much been the theme of my week. We are having our super, duper old bathtubs reglazed and it is proving to be a pain in my ass!

What was supposed to be a 2 day process has now turned into 5 days (and counting...). Because one of the technicians was allegedly "coming down with something" and messed up the job. What could that possibly be that would make you mess up a tub. A flesh eating virus? A generative brain disease? Surely not the common cold that he said he had.

Add to that one highly over-talkative company owner and a senior technician whose breath smelled like the byproduct of some serious internal rot. And you've got yourself a major headache (literally, the fumes made me think I might not wake up from my sleep).

It's hard to keep your cool when you spend every lunch break and your entire Monday, plus a lot of money on something, and it doesn't come out perfect. I do not like to feel taken advantage of. Grrr.

Making matters worse, I only work Tuesday-Thursday. Which, yes, is a dream schedule, but also makes it incredibly difficult to keep up with deadlines and remember which feckin day it is.

I feel like a chicken running around with my head cut off. And in case you're not convinced, when I first typed this out I wrote "a monkey with its head cut off."

Thank heavens my BFF is coming in town to help me paint and drink wine tonight. It won't help with the brain cells I've already lost from all of the chemicals in our house this week, but it sure will help me chill the eff out!