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The air over here About an hour ago, the air conditioner finally came on for the first time in about a week. We have two thermostats here in the office, and the one one the other side of the office was sort of working, so we were stuck in the 80's, as opposed to 100+, but it was still uncomfortably warm. I finally went to Target this weekend to purchase a small fan to set on the floor to get some air movement in my office, and was most upset with myself when I arrived at work this morning sans the fan. I guess I should be happy that I remembered my lunch for the week...especially since the air has finally kicked on. Over the past year, (one year in a few days! I can hardly believe it) we've had problems with the air conditioner numerous times. Hopefully this will be the last of it for the year. Last Thursday, I went to Alaina's house to hang out. I came home from work and just felt gross, so I decided to take a bath and wash my hair before I went over. I turned on Days of Our Lives to listen to while I was getting ready, and because I actually wanted to hear it, I decided to turn off the air conditioning. Our air is the loudest I've ever heard. I can yell for Artboy in the next room, and if the air is on, it's impossible to hear. And I know he's got some hearing loss in one ear because of cliff diving, but even I can't hear. It is loud. So, I get ready and go over for a few hours, and when I come back home, it is sweltering. At first, i think there is something wrong with me...that maybe I'm getting sick or something. I start finishing up Artboy's dinner (bbq ribs, white corn, and roasted potatoes) so it will be ready when he gets home, and I'm just burning up. I sit on the couch for a bit, with the fan pointed at me, and I'm still hot. And because of all the air problems at work, I wonder if there is something wrong with our air, so I get up to look at the thermostat, and that's when I realize. I never turned the air back on. It was now 92 in the apartment, and Artboy is due home soon. I felt like a dope. Now that our air problems are sorted out, I think I'll bring my betta to work so he can happily swim in his vase on my desk. And I can have something else to look at other than the traffic rushing by. We've finally named them. Jasmine and Saphhire. I'm not sure where Artboy came up with Jasmine, since he's in no way purple, and it's more of a girl sounding name, but hey. I told him to name him, and now I can't complain. :) I cleaned the bowls last night, and when I put them back, I put them too close to each other and they started trying to attack each other. Nevermind that there are two thicknesses of glass seperating the two of them--they didn't care. At first, i just thought they were swimming furiously..perhaps energized because of the clean water. But after a half hour, I realized that they just stayed to the one side of their bowls...the side nearest the other. I got up to look at them, and their gills were all flared out, and they were doing their best to look large. Yikes! I hope I didn't stress them out too much. They were like 2 inches apart! I moved them further away and they calmed down immediately. One Betta bulb (the one in Jasmine's bowl) has grown nicely, and the little plant reaches the top of the water. The other has just barely sprouted, and a third hasn't done anything. Jasmine's bowl used to be on my desk, near a window, so I think the sun light helped it a lot. If that is the case, it should be happy on my desk here at work. The OA still isn't talking to me. I keep saying she's doing me a favor...and really, I know that she is. I'm not all tense at lunch, and I definitely don't miss the constant complaining about *something* but the idea that someone is angry with me bugs me. Furthermore, it bugs me to not know WHY I'm suddenly being ignored. It isn't my problem..and I know this. But I hate this quiet tension. She's an odd bird. At times she's very vocal..very in your face about whatever it is that is bothering her. And other times, she is very passive aggressive. I haven't encountered someone who switches back and forth like that before, and it's bewildering. She blames everyone in her life for not wanting to deal with her..it's always their fault, and I'd like to just shake her and ask her if she ever wonders why she has problems with so many people...to tell her to look within herself and see what it is that she does that pushes people away...makes them angry. Maybe if she weren't such a bitch, she'd still have contact with her daughter, her grandchildren, her neighbors, and a few friends. What a lonely life she has. Artboy pointed out to me this weekend that he'd been regularly taking out the garbage and that I hadn't thanked him. So I thanked him, and then said, but when we'd discussed the division of chores, that was the chore you chose b/c you knew I hated it, and you didn't mind it and would rather the trash go out in a timely manner. I told him that I'd been dusting, vacuuming, cleaning the bathroom, cooking, and doing most of the dishes and all of the laundry and hadn't heard a word of thanks. He then apologized and asked what he could do to help me out, and I suggested the dishes. Since I knew he hated the others and he doesn't have that much laundry to do since he dry cleans his work clothes. He agreed. That conversation occurred just in time, as I was feeling a bit under appreciated...especially when he told me he would empty the dishwasher last week, and 3 days later, it still hadn't been done. I gave up piling the rinsed dishes on the counter and just emptied and filled the darn thing myself. My brother seems to be avoiding me. I called and left him a message on Friday, and not surprisingly, he hasn't called me back. I told him I just had a quick car question, described the issue, and nada. I think he knows what he is doing is wrong, doesn't want to hear anything about it, so is avoiding us. Thought we were going to get a nice storm last night, but it fooled me. Lightly sprinkled for about 5 minutes, smelled like rain, and then that was it. I came out to my car this morning, and it was just spotted with mud. It took me awhile to clean the windshield so I could see. I'd go wash the car tonight, but it's supposed to do the same thing over the next couple days, and I don't want to waste my time or money. *sigh* We really could use some rain. Went grocery shopping on Saturday night for the week, and the bill was a little higher than I had anticipated. Decided I'd just miscalculated in my brain--it wasn't like I sat there and calculated the price of everything as we put it in the cart. Just looked at my receipt last night to see if I really only paid $2.88 for a roast (I did) and they charged me for 2 30 packs of Bud light--I only bought one. Which accounts for the extra $20 i thought I was charged. I'm going to have to go over tonight to see if they'll refund. But how do I prove that I only took one home? It's been awhile since I drank Bud Light and I've now discovered that I don't really care for it anymore. Now I've got a lot to drink. Heh. |