I can think of at least three ways to fill in the two missing letters.
So, first “that handyman that lived here for awhile” pissed me off last night by denying knowing the whereabouts of my missing 8-CD boxed set of “Steely Dan,” acquired for free at my boss’ yard sale earlier this year. The fact that it was free is SO beside the point. The fact that “Thmtlhfa” stole from me – again – is not. It’s interesting, is it not, that the CDs were here on the Saturday night of “her” family renunion (I know, because I had myself a private little dance-a-thon to celebrate “their” being gone) and yet, the CDs were nowhere to be found a mere 2 days after “they” moved their crap out to start their new life together. Somebody musta stole ‘em, “Thmtlhfa” says. Yeah, and I say if somebody stole them, then that somebody was somebody that he brought into my world.
Whatever. I’m not bitter and I do not hold grudges. Really.
Then this morning my boss pissed me off before I even got to work, and through most of the day, although I was wrapped up enough in a huge project that I was able to pretty much ignore him for the entire day. In fact, we barely spoke until I left him at 5:00 p.m. sharp, dealing with a customer-from-hell. I leave promptly at 5 every day without fail. I arrive promptly at 10 a.m. and not a moment earlier. I love my job, I hate going to work and can’t wait to leave. But I will persevere and put up with his/this shit until I don’t have to anymore.
The reason I told my boss I had to leave “the party” (with the customer-from-hell) was because I had “a guy coming over to my house.” That guy was “Thmtlhfa” and surprise, surprise he was a no-show. “Thmtlhfa” was supposed to come over and give me a bid/estimate on my two Mt. Everest-sized house projects: jacking up the dining room and re-wiring my #5 electrical circuit. (I currently run my entire house on ONE circuit. Yeah, I know, whatever, I’m doing the best I can.) Of course, “Thmtlhfa” was supposed to come over after his visit with his probation officer, so who knows. He probably decided that it's easier to sponge off of his new father-in-law (who takes in $5 grand+ per month on some kind of government check) than to earn an honest dollar. I will not be contacting him again. Ever. For sure.
Whatever, tomorrow I am calling a handyman guy I recently designed business cards for. He’s a professional (right? He has business cards!). Oh, but he’s a man, so we’ll see.
Really, I don’t hate men. I know someone who does though. A very good friend of mine recently had her heart physically removed by a man, run over by his car, and then ground to the consistency of hamburger meat. He then presented her heart back to her – overcooked, I might add – on a bun, with condiments, and then asked for a tip for such fine service after an entire year! I think I will call her and ask if she wants to run off together to some exotic island somewhere.
Really, I don’t hate men. I am continuing my foray into the online dating scene. I am currently conversing (online only, thus far) with an R&B singer/musician in St. Louis who has invited me on stage with him. He is saying all the right things, but the “evening is young" so, like I always say, we will see. I will never abandon hope…for a companion, for a soul mate, or for happiness. This online thing is how I met Damien, and we all know how that worked out, but I won’t let that cloud my judgment either.
Speaking of Damien…
Oh, never mind.