Grrr. My shuttle to work filled up and left five minutes early this morning. Somehow, starting this fall, there have been a bunch of new people taking it, and I DO NOT APPRECIATE it. I hate when it's so crowded anyway, and this morning my options were wait a half-hour in Barnes & Noble (with no smartphone) or take a cab. We took a cab. Luckily, I had a friend to split it with, but @@@@@@@

Leaky seal somewhere.

I know my car has a leak. Where it is, I do not know. I've resigned myself to this fact.

Oh really?

You do understand I'm kidding, right? Right?

I am in what feels like a pain crisis all week. This is not fair. Everything hurts head to toe, fuckit.

If H finds a burner on, the milk left out, the spoon in the knife drawer, or a dish that didn't get clean, he's compelled to show me, and tell me about it. It's not a punishment thing, it's more an assigning responsibility thing. I try not to resent it. In fact, I've brought him dirty spoons and the half-full filter pitcher and dishes shelved in the wrong cabinet... and it all just feels so petty. Fix it. And move on. Right?

If someone did this to me- I would have to kill that person. But I can also understand Jessica's point, especially if it is always one person doing the cleanup. A long ago boyfriend used to try and use positive reinforcement to get me to clean and it seriously made me want to kill him. "Good job doing the dishes, Sophia!!!". "Good job putting away the laundrey!!!". Aaaargh. It made me feel like I was a child.

2 in a row, again-

HOMG, the woman temporarily working across the hall from me talks on the phone ALL DAY about her daughter's cheerleading team. The quiet was bothering me, but this is ridiculous.

Oh, yikes, ita. A pain crisis sounds wretched.

Noah has pissed me off. Therefore he's getting risotto and carrots for lunch instead of chicken nuggets.

A long ago boyfriend used to try and use positive reinforcement to get me to clean and it seriously made me want to kill him. "Good job doing the dishes, Sophia!!!". "Good job putting away the laundrey!!!". Aaaargh. It made me feel like I was a child.

Tim always thanks me for doing the dishes (or whatever chore I miraculously manage to rise above my slovenliness to do), after 4 years of living together. t edit Er, I mean, he's been doing it all along; I'm kind of amazed that he *still* thanks me, after 4 years. t /edit I think it's sweet, and I try to remember to thank him when he vacuums the house or picks up Kato poops in the backyard, etc.

But I think thanking is different from "Good job!"-ing. I think the cheerleading would get on my nerves, too.

Emmett just texted me that his train to school was delayed because some nimrod drove their SUV down into the Muni tunnel.

Which, according to JZ, is the second time that's happened in the last couple years.

Therefore he's getting risotto and carrots for lunch instead of chicken nuggets.

Hee. Only a little kid gets punished with risotto.

Steph, it could be that Tim had to do things himself for long enough that having you do anything is appreciated. Or it could be that he is, as we know, awesome.

Sophia, that former boyfriend - understand why he's an ex. Tim's being appreciative - he was being more parental than treating you as an equal.

And, in overhearing co-workers' conversations - we had a woman on staff who practically moved mountains to get her son into a school that had high academic standards and very strict rules about dress and behavior. The first week of school she spent on the phone trying to get them to relax their dress code for her son (he was "portly" to use her phrase and wasn't comfortable with tucking in his shirt and she wanted him to be able to wear sneakers rather than dress shoes) and other things I can't remember.