Yesterday I went out and replaced my cell phone. I figured since Bill has made it clear that his phone calls will take priority to any I might have to make that I should just bite the bullet and replace my phone. I felt downright blissful taking control of my communications for those few hours between lunch and going home at the end of the day. I didn't bother to call him from my new number (I changed it so that I could take advantage of a price cut) since he rarely picks up the phone when he doesn't recognize the number.
When I got home I told him I replaced my cell phone. I walked over to his phone and was just finishing reprogramming my number into his cell when he came rushing over. He went into this hysterical hissy fit about not touching his phone because it was his work. (he does IT) He accused me of trying to sabotage his work and basically told me I was a idiot and would somehow manage to screw up some work related number in his phone. This from the man who still can't figure out how to pay his bill online and has me doing it because he's too lazy to try.
The fight was on. I tried reasonable, mostly as an exersize in futility. He kept harping at me and getting into my face. Finally I told him to fuck off. I was trying to save him the trouble of having to reprogram my number since he resembles a monkey with a chinese finger puzzle every time he tries to access something other than speed dial on his phone. I assured him that I would never touch his precious phone again ........ if he layed bleeding and dying I'd be sure to go find another phone miles away to call for help ;)
He insisted on making what should have been a polite request on his part to not bother reprogramming his phone into a 2 hour mind numbing ordeal where he managed to work in the fact that I am old, fat and ugly and he is a wonderful human being who is attractive and the "best thing" to ever happen to me. I apparently am also a raving lunatic with emotional problems and if I don't immediately agree with every fool thing that comes out of his mouth I'm spoiling for a fight.
Fuck him! He may have won this battle due to my absolute inability to afford another housing option, but the war is far from over. I may have to bite my tongue as I scrape together the money neccesary to get my own place, but be assured this tirade only solidifies my resolve to make sure it happens.
