*Smacks Jake Upside the Head*

Jake is a light weight. One glass of anything alcoholic and he's on his way to being tipsy. So last night he decides to stay up and has a glass and a half of MY Asti. He comes to bed around midnight and that's when the fun begins. He starts to snore... LOUDLY. I do my usual love kick. Nothing. It gets louder. I start my 'turn over' whine. No response. I roll over and shake him, then literally hit him on the chest. Nada. I finally give up around 1am and drag my extra cover and pillow into the den to sleep on the couch. I still hear him out there, but it's semi softer. I start to drift off to sleep... and my neighbor gets home. She's loud, has clunky shoes and seems to want to use every machine she has at once. I somehow drift off and then here Jake ask why I'm on the couch. I do my bitching and he says to come to bed. I get up and see something fly by me. I decide to stick my face up close to it and realize it's a white bat. I scream and it flies at me. I scream some more... each time getting louder. Jake FINALLY comes out and takes care of it. I ask if he shooed it outside and he simply says 'it didn't make it'. Then I notice the possum hanging off of the fire alarm. I scream again and Jake grabs the extra large fish net and scoops it up then tosses it outside. I start to notice all sorts of creepy crawly things and want out of the house pronto. I turn to a glass door then say, "What the fuck. We don't have a glass door" and wake up. It's now around 4am and I'm still on the couch. *grumbles* I stumble back into the bedroom, kick Jake over and have some weird dream about some woman with some insane amount of kids coming into a store and me helping her move the trolly she used to cart them in. I am sooo going to be hurting at work today.

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Posted by Diva on January 22, 2008 | Comments (3)

This Day is Going to Kill Me

Sunday night Jake decided to once again eat before going to sleep. Everytime he does this I end up having to deal with his funky dreams and sleeping patterns. Last night it was breathing hard and snoring. While he can go right back to bed after I've woken him up/bitched at him I end up lying awake, praying for sleep. This happened all night long. I had two mini dreams so I must have fallen asleep at some point. One I can't remember but the other had me and Keira Knightly in it. We were captured by Barbossa who was taking us somewhere on a train. Yes a train. Not a normal train, mind you... but one you'd find at an amusement park. No windows, etc... She figured out a way to unhook us from the front, where Barbossa was sitting. She unhooked one and I pointed out all the pirates in the cars behind us. Smart girl that she is, she unhooked those. Then the train stopped and we got out into the snow. Suddenly loud sound roared and once again I had to kick Jake. I didn't even get to see Captain Jack Sparrow. By the way the dream was going he'd probably have bird legs, so I guess I'll wait another night to have our meeting.

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Posted by Diva on February 05, 2007 | Comments (0)

But... But.... I LIKE Eminem!

Last night I dreamt about work. I also dreamt about a rap video that talked shit about Eminem. I hate when I can't remember the complete dream. This morning the bits and pieces I did remember left me saying "WTF!?!"

I have been working like a dog at my job. I feel like I'm at 50mph and about to hit a brick wall. Luckily it will be over soon. When my boss goes on vacation I'll have a week and a half of rest... which means I can catch up on two months of work that hasn't been done.

Yesterday we talked and she gave me some big news about our place. I can't say anything because she hasn't told the rest (sorry guys). She also told me not to let anyone take shit from me. "When you are talking to them it's like I'm talking to them." It's hard to imagine me as a tiny philipino chick but okay... She has caused me grief over the years that I've been there, but for the most part she's been the best boss I've had. She's very protective of her staff and finds ways to prove our worth. Hell, she kept us from being laid off. She's much easier to deal with now that she has the job she deserves and sees that I am I harder worker than she thought. That being said... I can't wait to get a breather! I don't care how nice your boss is, it's always nice when they aren't around. :)

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Posted by Diva on July 13, 2005 | Comments (3)