I hate Sysco Denver

At the beginning of the year, Philip was switched to a 5:30pm to 2am schedule at work.  Well, my boss suggested that I switch to an 8am to 3pm schedule so that I could at least see him for a little while each day during the week.  

It has been fantastic.  I see him for about 40 minutes (if I get off work on time) Monday through Thursday.  I know it sounds like nothing, but when you're used to nothing, 40 minutes makes a ton of difference.  

Well, last night, Philip was informed that he was being switched back to a 5pm to 1:30am schedule.  That just sucks.  That means that I will see him for about 10 minutes... and possibly none if I don't get out of work at exactly 3:00 (which, let's face it -- our tenants like to have emergencies at the time I'm supposed to be leaving work).  

I am pissed.  I was so used to actually see him during the week and now I don't want to give it up.  I hate this.  I cried and cried last night.  It's just not fair.  Everything was going great.  I don't want to give up seeing Philip.  

My boss says that Philip should try to find another job.  There's a problem with that.  Where is Philip going to find a job that is going to pay as well with as good of benefits that has a day-shift schedule instead of nights?  It's not going to happen.

The same goes for me.  I love my job.  I get paid well and have good benefits.  I also actually have a fantastic boss.  I am not going to find a job working nights that will have all of those benefits.  I tried.  

I am probably going to have to shift my sleep schedule.  I finally got on a normal sleep schedule, but this sleep schedule isn't going to allow me to see Philip.  I'm going to have to sleep when I get home from work and then get up when Philip gets home from work if I want to see him.  

I keep trying to tell myself that there is a light at the end of the tunnel... it's just really far off. Philip and I plan to continue to save and build our credit.  Then, in the next 4 to 5 years, we will buy a house and start a family.  And then I will be a stay at home mom.  Then I'll actually see my husband during the week.  And it will be glorious.  

I hate that it's so far off, but Philip is definitely worth it.  :)

Sweetie

I hate being called sweetie by anyone I don't know.  The same goes for honey or sugar or any other "cute" name.  If I have never met you before, I'm certainly not your "sweetie."  It drives me bonkers.  

It bothers me slightly less if the person is elderly.  I mean, they're set in their ways by this point in their life and  they probably have grandchildren my age (and might have difficulty remembering my name).  However, if it's someone my age or even into their 30s or even 40s, I want to reach out and slap them.  

I realize that I am a cute girl.  I look sweet and I'm really nice to you.  That just means that I am fantastic at my job.  I make you feel comfortable and you like me.  However, once you call me "sweetie," it makes my job a whole lot harder and my blood pressure raises.  

Even if I'm cute or sweet, I am still in a professional position and expect to be taken seriously.  Would it be acceptable for me to call all of our tenants "honey"?  I think not.  So, why do people think it's okay to call me that?  UGH!  I just want to shake some people!  You can be courteous and still be professional!  Find the line, people!

A Day I Thought Would Never Come

Today I did something I never thought I would do.  I wished for the New England Patriots to win.  

It hurts me to admit something so atrocious, but I could not help myself.  I wanted so badly for the Jets to go down.  They talk so much trash but they aren't as good as their talk.  If they were truly as good as their talk, they wouldn't actually have to talk so much smack. 

I really do hate the Patriots.  I am a Colts fan through and through.  Therefore, it is a given that I cannot like the Patriots.  However, I will not deny that the Patriots are a damn good team (I just enjoy when they fail).  Tom Brady is a fantastic quarterback (just not as good as Peyton Manning).  No matter how good the team is, I still have to hate them.  It's in my blood.

Despite my hatred for the Pats, I had to root for them today.  That's because I hate douchebags and hypocrites even worse.  

Antonio Cromartie actually had the balls to call Tom Brady an "asshole" and say, "Fuck him."  Excuse me, but Antonio Cromartie should have his photo in the dictionary right next to the word "asshole."  He has had NINE kids by EIGHT different women.  And, he's had at least FIVE different paternity suits filed against him in the past TWO years.  It's so bad that the Jets had to give him an advance of a half a million dollars so that he could pay his child support this year.  That, my friends, is an asshole.

It gets worse.  In an interview, he had trouble remembering all of his kids' names.  If you can't remember NINE kids' names, maybe put on a rubber so you don't have to worry about disappointing them (because you are a DOUCHEBAG father if there ever was one).  

I'm not claiming that Tom Brady is an angel.  However, I'm thinking that Antonio Cromartie should remember the old adage, "people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones."  But, then again, that might be too difficult for him to understand; I mean, he obviously can't even figure out how to work a condom. 

Cromartie isn't the only reason I rooted for the Pats.  I also can't stand their damn coach.  The Jets just like to run their mouths when they don't really have reason to.  I just like for good teams (who set good examples for our children) succeed.  So, I wish the Pats could have put the Jets in their place.  I guess I'll just have to settle for the Steelers stomping them next weekend... it just won't be as fulfilling when it's a team headed up by a rapist is doing the beatdown.  Gah!  The NFL is no place for kids to find role models (except for my Peyton Manning, of course.)!

TiMER

A few weeks ago, I watched a movie called TiMER.  The tagline for the movie is, "If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?"  The movie is about these timers that are implanted into your arm that count down to the exact moment you will meet your soulmate.  

The movie was okay.  Not great, but definitely not bad either.  However, I have a lot of problems with it. 

First of all, how in the hell would this timer work?  It's just impossible.  But, let's pretend for a moment that it could actually work.  Here is where we get to my real problem with this idea. 

I know with all of my heart that Philip is my soulmate.  He is the half that makes me whole.  However, I was friends with Philip for several years before we started dating.  In fact, just last week was the 6 year anniversary of the day we met.  

When I met Philip, I was in a relationship.  If someone would have told me that day that Philip was my soulmate, I would have laughed in their face.  I was happily in love with my then boyfriend, Joe.  Beyond that, Philip was immature and was way too much of a partier for my tastes.  

The day we met, I was not ready for Philip and Philip was not ready for me.  We still had a long journey ahead of ourselves to prepare us for being in a relationship with each other.  

I had to go through some awful stuff to realize what I really deserved.  I had to figure out who I was and what I wanted out of my life.  

Philip still had a LOT of growing up to do.  He also had to figure out who he was and what he wanted out of life.  

And, we still had to build the fantastic friendship that we have to start the foundations of our relationship.  After four and a half years of friendship, we had a wonderful friendship and it made the transition into relationship status much simpler.  Our friendship grew into something more. 

If we would've had TiMERs that told us when we met that we were soulmates, it would not have worked out the same.  We would have been forced into something that neither of us were ready for.  Our relationship would not be the same.  Soulmates or not, Philip and I 6 years ago were not compatible.  We had to become the people we are today in order to have the relationship we have.  

So, in answer to the question the movie poses: No.  I would not want to know.  I would want to let fate run its course.  It works out much better that way.  :)