I May Have A Meltdown

And my meltdowns are not pretty. Today, my baby daughter is 19 years old. That fucking sucks in it's self. Two of her friends are complete pieces of shit and there's not a blessed thing I can do about it. She's a grown woman. She generally has better judgement than I do. I should just trust her and go on about my business. I want to kick their fat assess. There's nothing I can do to control that urge. I just avoid them.

I love my job. I'm not being sarcastic. I have the best job in the world. I'm a one girl office. I can wear what I want and come and go as I please as long as my work gets done and I tend to things. My boss knows that I'll take care of his shit. And I will...come hell or high water. He just tends to be a little...all-over-the-place. You know, freaking out about everything and never finishing a statement. I've had him hang up on me in mid-sentence because something else has popped into his little head. That's OK. I know how he is and I just try to roll with the flow. We do construction work, so today he's really on edge trying to beat some rain that is forecast to come in. I was doing my payables earlier and opened up an electric bill that was $2859.39. Really. I'm not kidding, exaggerating or lying. I'm dead serious. He is going to flip his fucking lid. I called the electric company and talked to "Brenda"...who by the accent you know is REALLY not Brenda. She explained everything to me, but I just don't think that it's going to matter.

My daughter is still sleeping behind the fucking couch because we can't get anybody to give us a bid on building her bedroom and remodeling a bathroom. I also can't find anybody to clean my house. WTF?

I'm going to go and try to straighten up the mess on my desk before I go home and work some more.