start

I woke with a start this morning, the sun blinding through the window.

What day is it?  I lay there and tried to figure it out.  Is is Saturday?
No.
Oh, it’s Wednesday.
Oh.

And I just don’t want to go to work.  The person I report to at my contract gig is notoriously moody but it is worse than just a moody girl.  She is sarcastic, annoyed, and now, on week three of the job, doesn’t answer my emails.
The other contractor said she’s moody.
My agent who got me the gig assured me that it’s just the way she is-  But I am not so sure, even with two different people telling me, that I haven’t done something to make her sarcastic and annoyed.

I’ll finish the job, for sure, and make it great or at least what they want it to be.

How strange and junior-high, right?  I told them when I first started that I wanted to work there, and the other contractor said he was going to ask them if I could take over Thursdays and Fridays in his spot.  Now I’m thinking ‘no way’.

The work is fine.  The project manager is easy and a little disorganized.  The other person I answer to is slightly chihuahua about everything, spastic and doesn’t want to give feedback, flailing her hands, but other than that is fine.

What to do, what to do…  I’ll try to work offsite the rest of the week. I just have this week and next, and can surely deal with that and get this thing done.

And in other news, I met the GF of the ex two days ago.  I called ahead, on the way from class, telling the ex I was going to stop by with the morsel’s blanket.  He didn’t answer the phone, never answers.  My gut told me she would be there and I was right.  They were on the couch, watching tv.  I saw her there and thought “her head looks really big”.  Weird, I know.  When he answered, he had a funny face on, a weird smile, and I thought “he looks like a guy who is standing between his two girlfriends”.  But I’m not a girlfriend and have no issues with the GF except that she’s zero-for-two in terms of her ability to properly take care of the morsel.  In terms of the ex, I’m glad- now he’s grabbing her ass instead of mine, has stopped looking for love in the wrong place, so to speak.  But he was there, pretending to be nicer than he is while we talked about the morsel and her anxiety at day-camp.  I poked my head in and said ‘Hi’ and she said ‘Hi, nice to meet you’ and I said nice to meet you too, but I know I didn’t mean it and she wriggled into the blanket more there on the couch.  I’m sure my face looked like the girl at my contract gig, placid on top but a sheen in my eyes that belied my lack of interest.