Screw A Monday

I am so glad that Monday is over that I don't know what to do with myself.  Well I have some ideas but that's a whole different blog!

Anyway, it began like any other morning, I got a Sweetie call first thing in the morning ( gotta love those )....so I was sure that my day was going to start out right.  Now, My morning call is usually between 3:30 and 4am and noooo it's not some daily phone sex call...LOL.  Anyway, when I got off the phone, I napped for about 30 minutes I had already not slept well the night before, so I was trying to get what I could.  Anyway, I make that middle of the night restroom run, grab the dog on my way back to bed, toss her on it and lay back down since I had about an hour before I actually had to be up. 

Well, I notice that instead of laying down like she normally does, my dog is trying to figure out her best angle off the bed.  At this point, I'm like screw this, if she doesn't want to be up here then fine, just let me fuckin CHILL before I have to get up for work.  So, I go to grab her and help her down and I realize why she's trying to get down.  That little shit pissed on my bed.  Dammit, I wanted out of my bed too!  Since when has my bed become her toilet?  I've had that dog for 10 years and she has never, even so much peed in her bed, so why mine?

I get up and take care of all that.......and go to work.  Now, I work for a small business and those tend to struggle from time to time.  My boss has been vacationing in Cabo and it was his first day back, so as his office manager, he kinda needed me around but I had to run out and get copier paper for the office.  Well long story short, that ended up being a conversation in and of itself. 

THEN! My day is finally over...thank goodness and I make the 45 minute commute home when I get a call from my boss telling me that the janitorial staff did not lock our elevator.  Now, they are supposed to lock and unlock that sommabitch at 8am and 5pm.  It was 7 when I got the call!  WTF!! So I call......

Let me tell you a little about our maintenance guys.  I have yet to see them fix jack shit.  I see them walk around and point a lot but I've not ever seen them DO anything.  Okay, I've seen them scratch once or twice but thats it.

So I call the 24 hour maintenance number.....I get voice mail.  I leave a message.  I wait about 15 minutes (as I've been instructed that if I don't get a hold of them......I have to GO BACK to the office and lock it) and I try again.....nada.  I let the dogs out, change clothes and get in my car and head back to the office.  About 15 minutes into my drive, I get that lazy fucker on the phone.  He advises me that he was still down on the property and hadn't gotten to it yet.  What the hell?!  Our schedule is not on a "whenever the fuck you feel like it" basis!  Bless this man.....I just did.

The rest of my night was pretty uneventful, but damn, a Monday by any other name......would still be a pain!