It’s been a weekend. And now it’s over. For me, anyway. I get to sit inside on a beautiful day while everyone else gets to watch the St. Patrick’s Day Parade on the mall and do… well… nothing. Not a damn thing. I’m going to read the paper and call my mother, but I’ll probably wait until after my shift ends to call her. I’ve had one person in today so far, and that was a cable guy with the wrong address.

So, let’s recap. And let’s start with ( Thursday )( Friday )( Saturday )
I managed to turn off my alarm in my sleep, so I woke up around 10:45. I got here at 10 to noon, which would have been a problem if I’d had staff here. But it’s just me. Bored, bored me. Oh so bored.

He called me Katherine again.

First, before I forget, happy sort of birthday devilscrowbar! Many happy sort of returns.

So, I've had an on & off headache and sore throat all day. I'm really tired. I think I'm sick, but I'm not sick enough to skip out on work. So, generally, I'm just miserable. Or grouchy. Or both.

I have a date with Calls-Me-Katherine. OK, not since I called him on it, but it's better than referring to him as Date. Because, you know, let's not quote The Frog King. Right now, I have no energy to be excited about it. I don't even know what I want to wear. Which is big for me. Well, I may know what I want to wear, but it has to be ironed. And I don't own an iron.

Is it wrong that the fact that CMK calls a lot and leaves 4 minute voicemails pisses me off? I mean, really, you don't have to tell me that you didn't take my call because there was a customer and then another customer and then a delivery so uh... yeah... :::chuckle:: so... uh... yeah... I called you because I wanted to know if you wanted to get together this week... yeah...and... uh... so, you said in your message... well... uh... I couldn't quite hear all of it... because I think you were out of range... but you said that Tuesday and Thursday was bad... and uh... that Wednesdays and uh... Fridays? worked for you... so yeah... uh... ::chuckles:: uh... give me a call and we can... uh... get together later...

I suppose I should be charmed because he's nervous? I just find it annoying. Years of working customer service leads me to leave pretty concise messages. Except for when I babble into goingdriftless' voicemail, which is rare. He does not rival my mother for babbling voicemails, but he's getting close.

Ugh. I'm just tired. And perhaps hungry. But I'm about to go to bed. And I have heartburn from my chili dinner. (Mmm... chili)

Just called Mr. Date to let him know that I wasn't going to the club tonight because of the sinus death and I may possibly go to another party after work. I got his voicemail and then he called while I was leaving him a message. And he said 'Hey Katherine, it's Mr. Date.'

And I said 'Hey. You know my name is Christina, right?'

Pause.

'What? Oh. Yeah. I did. I just got confused.'

He thought my name was Katherine.

Yeah.

(So yes, I did hear correctly when I thought he called me Katherine on the voicemail he left for me yesterday. Also, this guy calls a lot)

First, I am HUNGRY. I have been hungry ALL FREAKING DAY and eating nothing but carrots and rice cakes to fill me up (ok, and a piece of birthday cake) and despite all of that? I'm still 6 points over what Weight Watchers says I should have eaten for today. FUCK YOU, Weight Watchers.

I was going to go to the gym tonight but then I got a call from Det. Brisco at work today asking me to come in and look at the tape. And I did. And I did not see Mr. Mugger McStupidhead. Though it seemed like there was nothing but black men in there in the 20 minute (we think) interval I looked at. None looked enough like a) his face, b) his facial hair and c) his clothes for me to make a definite match. This took an hour. I was going to go to the gym afterwards but since I think I'm about to cry from frustration and low blood sugar, I went home instead (Det. Brisco drove me. Such a gentleman).

To top this all off, the guy from Saturday called while I was in the middle of this (I had a feeling he was going to do that. Stupid feelings that turn out to be right), so I didn't take the call and he left the weirdest message. He keeps apologizing for not taking a call and not getting back to me. I left him a message around 2 on Monday and he called sometime betwen 6 & 8 on Monday. What the hell, man? Seriously. Why would I possibly be insulted by zomg a six hour delay in returning a phone call?!

I quit. Everything. Clearly this means I get some ice cream. (FUCK YOU, Weight Watchers) (And the sad thing is, I can't even blame the bottomless pit of hunger on PMS)

ETA: He called back after I left him a message. So, now I have a date tomorrow. My life keeps getting weirder.