Invoking the Cheap Therapy rule...

Today boys and girls we have several issues to work out.  Let's go with the most immediate that of Bubba the work-a-holic.   Now once again, we're into our second day of the week, today is just Tuesday right?  Yeah - so we're at day 2... Bubba has already put in basically 4 days, he's at work by 8:00 AM give or take traffic bits, and last night and tonight he has managed to stroll into our house post 9:00 PM... even with an hour for lunch - (those he actually thinks he takes that long to eat raise your hand... if you did again take better notes)  ANY way... count with me... 13 hours right - because 8 to 8 is 12 add another hour and that makes 13 - so in 2 days, my husband has worked 26 hours.   It takes most people 3 days to put in 24 (8x3=24-- check my math people I did marry the accountant for a reason.)

EDIT:  I told you I married an accountant for a reason... thank you gigs for the correction 8X3 is 24...I'll blame the hours I work now and not my complete lack of double checking...  yeah let's go with that...

Now if I happen to mention this bit of stupidity and life sucking behavior I get standard line 4C, "I don't work in government this is private industry and I have to get things done."  Ah huh. --AND the ever popular "this company has issues and  I have insert some accounting thing here to someone somewhere -- can you pinpoint the spot where I quit listening?  Thought so.

So I don't say anything and I blog about it... it saves the standard 5R fight of working hours coupled with excuses 4C and 4X - and we're all generally content with that.   But I have to ask - is he the only one?  I have well documented the hours he works, including the Wednesday before Thanksgiving last year when he was 'temp-ing'  excuse me--- consulting... they KICKED HIM OUT of the office.  They were closing at 3:00 PM... and he was still working at 3:30.  See now it is this kind of thing that makes me begin to wander - why wouldn't you want to come home?  You get to choose television viewing and when your wife doesn't like it she reads, your meals are prepared for you and should he manage to get home before 9PM some night it also might still be warm.   I will say it is prepared, and ready all he has to do is put it on a plate, rewarm and eat.  Last night he didn't even have to rewarm.... Now I will say since the early shift of mine - and his 9PM return time I have basically told him dinner is on the stove - help yourself.  The cook went off duty at 8 PM.

I  have also stated to darling Bubba the work-a-holic that 1) the hours he puts in and 2) the times he eats are indeed not a healthy lifestyle.  And again see comment 4C and 4X and well it all gets a bit tedious doesn't it?  Ok so now he's home, I got a shout out when he arrived, I have remained in said computer room he's gone upstairs changed his clothes, changed the channel on the TV and is now upstairs dealing with his own dinner..  I made stir fry with his favorite ramen noodles.  I do not cook his noodles as previously documented I don't do it right - so now I don't do it at all.  The water was in the pot on the stove, as was the stir fry... all he had to do is boil water and nuke chicken and veggies.  But he's not talking to me apparently... oh dear what shall I do? (Really... need that sarcasm font)

Changed my hours to better myself, get things done - mostly it's enjoying a lot of time alone and looking at my husband sprawled across the bed as I leave at o-dark 30.   If I really start to resent it - I think a well placed ice cube should do the trick -- or the just ring the door bell again - accidentally - when leaving the house at 5:45 AM... whoops.

Another part of our cheap therapy session tonight deals with the day I had at work!  Super Busy - unreal I know.  I honestly haven't had to deal with this kind of foolishness for months and months... but today everyone wanted everything right now - plus I had an extra job tossed on top of it.  Oh and another fire/ building evacuation to go on top of that!   I have left this building via emergency announcements more that ANY other job I've ever had.  Now I will say they are working on this building which is not the newest one in the fleet - so I'm sure one of those sweaty, Mike Rowe dirty jobs, working men probably tripped over the 30 year old panic wire installed to protect against Tom Cruise crawling through the heating ducts.  (Rent the first  Mission Impossible Movie - THEN you'll get that one)   Why anyone would crawl through those spaces without the guarantee of large sums of money at the end is BEYOND me... again see movie reference and use of something called a stunt double.  Hey at least it's a nice day, the sun was shining and we're all gathered together to debate the metrics of all this building evac on this level of frequency.

On the upside, I have a list of things to keep me busy tomorrow, which is good, but then again something else could hit the fan and I'd be covered all over again.   Have I mentioned my office mate is leaving on another week's vacation?  I'm so taking Christmas off... a lot of Christmas... Bubba of course will be at work.  Perhaps I'll just leave him a fridge full of left overs and go home again to play with the nieces.. That reminds me I'm going to use Mr. Work-a-holic's hotel points for my shopping trip with the sis and the niece and Nana! Why the heck not - it's not like he'd take a day off and use them --without me nagging about wanting a vacation.  Heck i had to google the darn word I forgot what it meant!

So third on our peeve-fest for today is my Ladies' group, all is good and well I get a call from lady M who has coordinated a fund raising event and now requires a check from the Treasurer - that would be me.  I have gotten an email from the Secretary - fine, I have the paper work as well now and today - Lady M called the cell phone, followed up by a home call and directions to sent it to her - no pumpkin needs two signatures today is Tuesday you need it by Monday if I put it in the mail tomorrow you will have it by Friday.   Its not like you live in Alaska and the post office deliveries once per week, it's still October, below the Mason-Dixon line chances of snow are slim, and they still deliver 6 days per week - oh and we all live in the same freaking county in Maryland... I will indeed get things to you.  Perhaps more than 6 days notice and you won't have to become the nagging PITA of the Ladies' group hummmmm?

But that is a minor fly buzz in the over all pile of poo of the day - but frankly not really all that bad.  Yes up at o-dark-30 almost forgot to leave the money for the cleaning lady, but I didn't.  Met up with carpool all went well, work, while yes busier than a one armed paper hanger on a humid day was a good day - with more busy stuff tomorrow, drive home was a bit - tight but got his royal highness's shirts to the cleaners got my good tea from Trader Joes' and still had time to make dinner, enjoy it post to the blog and fall fast first into bed... for the record there are those who would think getting up at 4:30 in the morning to go to work is a form of water boarding.  I would be one.

On an up note - I have Julie and Julia on the DVR -  I have watched it over and over and no matter where I leave or start it again I still enjoy that movie - mostly the Julia parts... but hey.  It also doesn't help that it does indeed make you want to cook... heaven help us all there.  Night all.