This is not a news flash but it bears repeating.
I am one of the few people who could manage to feel MORE stressed out while on vacation. Yes, I did get granted two full weeks off of work (hallelujah!) but since I have more than one job what inevitably ends up happening is that I get overwhelmed by a mountainous to do list for the building. Rest? What’s that?!
Today is my official first day of “vacation” but my cats did not let me sleep in, then one of the cats decided the litter box was not clean enough for her standards (I am looking at you YOU, Dottie!) and so she left some turds on the bath mat. In my sleepy state I decided right then was the perfect moment to clean the litter box. I went to dump out all the old litter into the garbage and it sprayed everywhere but in the can. That’s when I started swearing and the cats ran under the bed to hide. I refilled the litter, swept up the bathroom and went to change the garbage bag out. When I lifted the bag full of soiled litter a hole at the bottom started leaking the contents out all over the newly swept floor. That’s when I really started swearing.
On top of all this, I realized my underwear is too big. Not that anyone was here to notice but still. . . insult to injury. Also, sorry for the visual.
In other related news of things that make me bitchy: A) my PMS and B) the Music Man. Let’s skip A as it is pretty self-explanatory and move right on to B. The landlords have had it with MM and wrote him a very strongly worded letter including the word “harassment” which is used repeatedly throughout basically saying that he is not allowed to contact the on site manager (me!) unless it is an emergency (defined as fire or flood) and that any concerns or complaints have to be addressed in writing to the landlords. To say he is not going to like this is an understatement of epic proportions.
As much as it is the right thing for the landlords to do and is totally out of my hands, I have to live here in the same building with him and have had to endure his unpredictable, volatile, passive aggressive, emotionally unhinged outbursts which makes me a bit on edge. I AM NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS. Friends keep talking me off the proverbial ledge reminding me that I am in charge, that you can’t reason with crazy, that I have gone out of my way to be nice to him. And I have! That’s why this pisses me off so much- I have gone out of my way to accomodate him and now I just feel jerked around and used. He even left me a gift on Saturday- cat toys, coffee and some fruit which was very kind but I can just see him saying something to me about it, almost like he’d want it back. That’s how he is. He’s worst than the worst boyfriend I ever had.
It’s gotten to the point where I get heart palpitations when I check the landline for messages and hear that familiar beeping meaning there is a message. Do I have PTSD from this stupid fucking situation? Sheesh. And there’s a bunch of stuff I need to do in the maintenance room which is located directly across from his apartment. I know it’s silly but I’m hoping to get in there and lock myself in so he can’t come out and accost me or to go down there before the mail arrives. This is how freaked out I am.I am changing my plans to avoid him. I worry about rude messages or him banging at my door. I do not want to have another confrontation with someone as unstable as him. The unpredictability of it is making me mental.
Like I said, I’m totally ridiculous.