I have a hard time even believing my own title. I think men are complicated worse than women, BECAUSE they are simple. Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus - goes the old saying.

So about 4 months ago I took in a homeless puppy that my boss' husband had brought to our work. She was adorable, beautiful and well...she was a puppy, come on?! Eric was away in Indianapolis getting certified for his Chimney Sweep job. I'm a sucker for homeless animals, but I've held off and held off. This time, I gave in. And I've been paying the price ever since.

Bella is a sweet, rambunctious little girl. She's beautiful and smart. When I first brought her home, I wanted things for her. I wanted her to grow up and be a smart, well-trained lady. I wanted her to be Aiden's companion, to help him get over his fear of dogs and be able to find him if he ever wandered off alone (which he has begun to do!). I taught her to sit in ONE day with clicker training and cut-up hot-dogs. Now, I try to take her for a walk in the mornings and teach her to walk beside me instead of pulling my arm off like a rocket on a rubber band. :P

When she was just a few weeks old (as we guessed) she would nibble and bite. She stopped doing that, now she licks you to death! She started to jump up on people, she still does, but she's finally learning to get down when I say "down." Well...except when she first sees me because she's so damn excited she just can't contain her glee! But, the best progress she's made so far, is not bothering Aiden when he gestures his hands in a sort of "stop/go away" signal. She loves him, I can tell, but if he makes that sign, she will leave him alone. She doesn't jump on him at all any more.

Problem? What does all this dog stuff have to do with simpleminded men?

She got fleas pretty badly because we took her with us to my grandmother's house to stay and housesit. She has 4 dogs. At any rate, after being back for about a month or so, we got fleas. *I* took the time to clean up the house, load all clothing/linens/etc out in the garage, tape off the cabinets (even though I asked HIM to do that) and bomb the house. *I* took Bella for a flea-treatment bath etc. *I* mowed the lawn. I barely got a thanks.

And since then? He bitches about fleas. We don't have fleas in the house. They are in the garage, where he has STILL not gotten rid of the carpet piece that sits out there under the bench and chair we use to smoke.

I will admit that YES, I do bring Bella in the house. It's hot a HELL outside, she isn't just an ornament on a chain. I do not believe that animals should be treated that way. Especially in the middle of SUMMER. Either way, Eric still bitches. So what did I do to solve the problem? I emailed our local trading post yesterday and put Bella (and some other items) up for sale. $75 for her, the dog house, the collar/leash, the bed, the toys and whatever food we have left. I actually got a call, but since I was at work, I txtd Eric to have him call the number back and see what was up. Someone was interested in Bella. She never called back but Eric didn't give her his number. Hopefully she had mine. I'm going to call her today and negotiate. I hope it's a good home.

So anyway, the whole reason I'm writing this is because I woke up and there was a nasty note from Eric on the computer about bringing Bella in the house and fleas and I swear to god he must have said my name 15 times in all of 5 sentences. I txtd him, and we argued. He called, I considered no answering. But I did, and of course we fought about Bella. This is why I am trying to find her a better home, because HE doesn't want her. So f*ck it. I will just have to sacrifice AGAIN to make his b*tch *ss happy!

And if that's not the kicker, I exited out of that note and didn't save it so I went to the "recent" tab in the start menu. I found "eric don't read." I couldn't remember writing something that Eric wasn't supposed to read, and what was it? I opened it.

F*ck me. I shouldn't have. :( Talk about making my day EVEN WORSE. It's actually Eric's "rant" type thing. He got pissed off and sat down to write about it and holy f*cking sh*t. It's like a smallish window into his brain and how he ACTUALLY feels.

Needless to say, I cried. I want so badly to post it on here and dissect it like I usually do, but I just can't do that. If he ever found out that I posted a rant on the internet and complained about it, bah! More drama!

Well, I'm hungry and just waiting for the school to call me and send my son home. *sigh*

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This week I have enjoyed 3 days off. Sunday, an excellent thing to have off from both jobs, Monday because I got it off at the gas station, and today - well, technically I still have to work today, but I don't go in until 4pm...I count that as a day off! I forgot what it's like to just sit here and relax.

Yesterday I went to work and my boss told me that the guy that worked the night before had put in his two weeks notice. I already knew because he told me, but *act surprised* - anyway, then she told me he left his badge and a note saying he wasn't coming back at all.

Motha!

Yesterday was freaking truck day. I have to gripe that he wasn't going to at least stick it out for that, but I understand why he quit too. Our boss...well, she's totally awesome, nice to work with and doesn't yell or scold. The only problem is, she sits in her office and talks on her cell phone ALL DAY. I don't care that she does this, if she actually got her "paperwork" done. But she doesn't. Not only that but her kids come and visit with the grandkids all the time. This too I have no problems with, if she actually got her "paperwork" done. It takes her all freaking day to do her paperwork, and she scrambles at the end of the day to finish it and get it to the bank. Well, damnit, get it done and over when it needs to be done and over and come help up front.

Oh wait, she DID help up front for 2 hours because she didn't want to cook the lunch setup. :/

So that's my gripe. My boss is cool, but lazy and the guy that was supposed to work is awesome but an ass for not at least sticking it out on freaking truck day.

I volunteered to stay over AGAIN (more $ for me), working 11 hours this time. My boss actually thanked me this time, which is awesome, but wooptidoo.

Oh yeah, and since we changed owners...one more gripe: My 4 hours of overtime I'm probably NOT going to get paid for but damn well better! Because I worked 44 hours last week and Thursday was the cutoff day, I worked 29 hours for the previous people and 15 for the new ones. "Technically" that means I didn't work any damn overtime for either of them, so neither of them is going to want to pay me overtime. I think my boss KNEW this at the time and made me stay 4 hours longer (yes, I worked a 12 hr shift that day!) because she didn't want to work very hard. Not only did I stay for 4 hours longer, I traded her shifts and came in to open the store. I was there from 5am to 5pm. I don't do mornings, damnit! Anyway, I don't give a rats ass who pays me my overtime, split it down the middle for all I give a shit, but I better get paid the overtime since I worked it!

*sigh* I feel better now.