W.T.F.

It's been a very rough week. Rough. And yesterday was the culmination of it all. Do you ever get to the point where you just want to scream, 'enough is enough!'? I was there, a good five times yesterday. Crying twice and throwing a hissy fit once.

During the week, I lost my badass job as I know it. They can let me go anytime between November 1 and January 31, 2008. Since, I'm a natural planner, there is no way I can just stick around for the unknown cut off - so it is back to job shopping. And it kills me to see job descriptions of jobs I want, badly. I tend to overthink my cover letter and resume. Triple check the email I'm sending to the contact. How do I stick out and let them know I'm extremely interested without sounding so desperate?

Also during the week - we had the brake job. I love my new brakes, not my new savings account balance. I got the new brakes before I realized I could be cut from job at any given date after November 1. If I had known that, I'd have sacrificed and waited on the brakes. It wasn't an immediate need, it did need to be done but still, you get what I'm saying, right? If I had that money in my savings, I wouldn't be freaking out.

Also, my college roomie. Did I tell y'all, she and her lying age husband are back living here in town? They are. And I officially do not like him. This is hard. Because all my friends that are married or have boyfriends - I really really like their significant others. But this one? Not so much. There is the lying age. But there is also, the fact that he is just a dud and cannot let her do anything without him. And as much as I hint or straight out ask her to do something with me, just us - he somehow gets involved. WTF?
This time, my frustration lies with her. She called me on Thursday asking me out for her birthday drinks on Saturday night. She straight up told me she didn't have a time, yet but wanted me to put it on my social calendar. Her words. I did.

Then, Cowboy was definitely wanting me to be his date to a Halloween party. And loving Halloween as much as I do and having had an outfit idea since July, I was in...almost.

I called College Roomie to find out a time, was it happy hour we were doing or out all night drinks? Her reply, on Saturday afternoon, "I don't know. I have a massage at five, I'll call you after that"

Cowboy and I spend the day at the overly crowded Party City with all the other last minute costume buyers and their SCREAMING kids. We had a quick lunch and we were supposed to catch an afternoon movie buuuut waiting on College Roomie's phone call stunted that plan.

ooohkay...6pm, she calls. And I shit you not, here is the conversation, verbatim:
Me: What time do you want to meet?
CR: I don't know. What time do you want to meet?
Me: It's your birthday...
CR: 8:30
Me: Ok, where should I meet you?
CR: I don't know...where's a cool place to hang out in Addison?
(One, hello, I don't hang out in Addison (sorry) and two, it's your plans, why am I making them?)
Me: CR, it's your birthday, where do you want to go?
CR: Just meet us at our place and we'll figure it out.

OH MY GOSH. Believe me when I say, I threw the phone across the room. I was so beyond the word pissed and frustrated. I was totally committed into non-plans for a Saturday night. I had to tell Cowboy that it didn't look good for me joining his party. When I told him that, I was in full on bitch mode and he was the first person I spoke to, so he got it a 100% (I feel so bad). Poor thing was confused as to why I was so pissy and annoyed.

I explained to him the predicament I was in:
Unknown Saturday night plans that I committed to; indecisive birthday girl; her F*ing lying husband; and no Halloween for me. But add all the week's drama on top of this sandwich...I had no control over the breakdown that then occurred. Tears, fumes, tears, venting and more tears. I had enough.

Then this is why I love him, he was quiet, understanding and said, "Do I need to cancel my plans and go to these drinks with you?"

I told him no. Because I know that he only has every other Saturday off and to pull him from his friends and the party to be with me. Would be torture. And I couldn't do that to him, it was better for me to put up with my friend and her damn husband than to put him through it as well.

So, I went, solo with my glasses on. Let me tell you, if I'm going out at night and you see me with my glasses on - it's one of two things: 1. My contacts are lost, torn or irritating me. 2. I just don't care. Last night, it was #2.

I arrived and there was still no plan. Go figure. Then I'm forced to drive up and down the busy 'happening' street of Addison - lined with restaurants and bars and cops. Driving while College Roomie and her husband debate where to go. NOT. FUN.

Finally they pick a place and it's alright. I still was annoyed, but what can you do? I survived, like I knew I would. But God bless, can this week please be better?

I'm hoping for some job interviews because I have Monday - Wednesday off!* YAHOO. 5 day weekend. (I took it off because who knows when I'll be let go and only being with the company less than a year, my severance doesn't include any untaken vacay)




*I plan on cooking, baking, lunching, The Viewing and Oprahing it all 3 days. Word.