i'm all better now. i just had to, you know, get that out of my system and things. i mean, yeah it sucks that my favorite boss said something yucky, but i doubt she even thought about it. i am not saying that makes it better, at least it doesn't make me feel better, but at least it wasn't premeditated ickiness. or something.

basically, i've got my (proverbial) nuts in a vice here, folks, and i want to stay in this job until i find a new one or move, whichever comes first.

and Hot Ass Girl is holding up my printer stuff, so let's get back to the freaky dreams: so my mom and i run into the garage, which for some reason, has everything all thrown up against the door at the front...which, if you have ever seen my parents' garage, you know that that is completely and totally physically impossible. that garage is filled wall to wall, and almost to ceiling (except for a small space enough to open the freezer and a small bit right in front of the washer/dryer units). even if we stacked everything at the back of the garage on top of everything at the front of the garage, we would clear maybe a foot and a half path from the garage/kitchen door to the garage/outside backyard. i'm telling you the garage is full.

but in the dream, the back half was clear, and the cement was painted blood/rust red. and there was all this water was rushing in from the garage/outside backyard door, and there was this weird drain that it was going down, and there were leaves and twigs and general debris and all i could think of was, how the hell did they clear this space? but my mother was frightened by the water, like she thought it was flooding outside.

which is strange because my mom doesn't generally get completely crazy in crisis type situations, so i don't know what that was about.

i just remember wanting to find the handle for the pipes so i could turn it off. or somehting.

i woke up and was completely disoriented because i thought i was at my parents' house and, obviously, i wasn't. and when i woke up, i could hear stuart sneezing. apparently, my big cleaning job kicked up enough dust that now he has the sneezies. poor kitty. i mean, i can tell he's not sick, he's not snotty and or achey when i pick him up. he just looks like he is trying to get something out of his nose. poor cat.

update on the clean room, by the way: it's already kinda messy. like, my sister was supposed to hook up the dryer yesterday but due to a drama that i cannot get into without getting all pissed off because

#1--she's a fucking anal retentive bitchwhore freak when she wants to be. or maybe doesn't want to be, but HAS TO BE. jesus, i cannot truly communicate to you how much of a fucking rag she can be.

and

#2--her boyfriend goes into macho-asshole-who-wants-to-make-a-scene-for-the-sake-of-getting-the-customer-service-that-he-and-his-loved-ones-deserve guy overdrive. like, he was on the phone last night getting ready to "crack skulls" and he asked me for a cigarette. so i give him the pack and my lighter and when he hands them back he says "thanks, you're a doll" as if he were a detective in a bad 1940s flick and i was his stupid but cute secretary that he keeps around for cleavage. "thanks toots", but not at all nice or endearing. i thought i was going to hit him, but he's bigger than me, and he was freaking out, and like, though i don't think he would hit a girl, i don't know.

so yeah, that was neat.

anyway, my room is kinda messy because i sorted out some clothes for the new laundry set up, only to be foiled by the "general incompetence of those who work retail" whose "complete lack of brains" and other neat things that they muttered to each other for at least 20 minutes last night while my sister stomped around hysterical and her boyfriend stomped around testosterone.

i remain strong and in good spirits, though, because i got a new pair of charcoal grey slacks yesterday, and they kick my ass and fall completely right on the tops of my shoes.

also, my boss, 3rd boss, just gave me a meat catalogue. that's right folks, a meat catalogue.

what a country.

[avoidance of the incorrect usage of the word "non-plussed" brought to you by dictionary.com, the only dependable love i have ever had.]