I finally have a weekend off and am I happy? No, I am not.
I'm irritated and quite frankly fed up!
Our a/c has quit working for the second time in a week. On a weekend, yet again. And it's f*cking hot...today's temps are expected to reach 100°F. Last night, after a long stressful day at work, I arrived home with a splitting headache only to discover that the house was 80 degrees and rising. My husband hadn't even noticed (!). So I've had almost no sleep and my headache is still pounding away this morning and it's 85° in this house. The landlord is trying to get in touch with the repair guy. I wonder what the chances are he'll come out on a Saturday?
I was supposed to go visit my parents today. I haven't seen them since March. Thanks to my crappy job where I never get a fair deal on the schedule, I had to work on Mother's Day, Father's Day, and my mom's birthday. I only got a weekend off because I requested it two months ago, and now I can't go see them because I have to wait around for the repair guy (who may or may not show up).
This house we're renting is old and in increasingly poor shape. There are a list of things that need fixing as long as my arm. I'm ready to get out of here! Especially right now, when I'm ridiculously irritated. There's nothing like hot weather to shorten my (normally long) fuse!