I slept like shit last night because it was so horrendously hot in our
room. All I did was toss and turn, and I woke myself up every time I
did. Finally when my husband woke up at 4:30am to call in to work I
got up, went to the bathroom, drank a glass of cold water, and took one
of the ice packs out of the freezer.
More or less I went to bed
hugging the damn thing like a teddy bear and THEN I was comfortable.
Oh, we opened the windows at that point as well, but it was humid and
warm out so it didn't really do a lot besides giving the hot air in our
room somewhere to go and replacing it with more warm, stuffy air. It
was probably 90-95 degrees in there by morning. I looked at the
thermostat when I got up today and my dad had the AC turned up to 82.
Now what in the hell is the point, especially if he knows that our room
gets incredibly hot when the AC doesn't run at all.
That pissed me off quite nicely this morning. I get when he bumps it
to 78, I can deal with that. 82? Why even bother keeping the stupid
fucking thing on. See, this is yet another reason I want to move out.
My dad always complains and whines about being cold. So instead of
trying to do anything so we don't have to burn up in our sleep but he doesn't have to freeze, he just
turns the AC up so it doesn't run, to hell with us, he doesn't tell us and he's all nice
and warm and cozy while we're sweating our asses off. I woke up
completely sweaty, my hair was all greased over because I had sweated
so much ... and I didn't have time for a shower. Fucking nice. I have
half a mind to tell him that I got so sweaty over night because it got
so hot that I got reprimanded and had hours taken away from me because
I didn't look suitable enough. There is truth in that I was told to
watch my hours. Things have changed a bit and she just doesn't have the work she thought she would, so I get to go back to watching my hours closely instead of bumping them up little by little.
I am so ready to go home. My stomach feels funny, my nose and eyes are still itchy, and my throat is really scratchy. However, I will not be going home, flopping down and giving up for the day. I will go home to change and then leave right away for the bank. I'm hoping at that point we can see if we're eligible for loans as well. From there I'm not sure what I want to do yet purely because I know there's not much cleaning to worry over, but there are possible errands to run. I know I'm going home first before the bank so I can get out of these uncomfortable damn clothes. For some reason today I am just not mentally getting along with wearing my suit. Too much adjusting and smoothing. I don't feel 100% so I'd rather just wear my usual stuff.
I also know today that among other things, I need to copy down information out of the preserving & canning book my husband's aunt loaned to me, so that I can get it back to her. I'll continue the job hunt endeavor if possible as well. Sometime after I feel I've accomplished what I wanted to for the day, I'll probably take a nice hot bath since my dad sort of screwed us over last night. I'm not a morning shower person, I take one before bed and that's it. No problem, usually. It really pissed me off since I was specifically told by my boss to look extra sharp today.
I tell you, if he can find a way to screw us over, he will and I'm getting fed up with it. Oh yeah, and I'm convinced that since as soon as the sun goes down and it gets remotely chilly he's freezing and whining ... he must be reptilian somehow ... definitely cold blooded.



