Drama, drama, drama

I thought that at this stage in my life, there would be little, if any, drama. Boy, was I wrong.

Steve's daughter is a pain in the ass. I love the little bitch, but let us not pretend that she is anything other than a pain in the ass. And it takes one to know one.

It must be hard to be such a major dissapointment to your parents. I always felt horrible as I was struggling to make it. Right, like I've made it ...

I never wanted to let them down. So, I went to school. Okay, I went to get my Mrs. and, instead, I got an MA. I might have to go get a damned PhD for lack of anything better to do. Amber is working very hard to ensure that she never amounts to anything.

I just wanted to get this down with a date and everything: She will show up pregnant within the next year. That's the last thing that she can do to really show her parents that she is a complete and utter failure at life.

The only reason that I feel that any of this is my business is because I am a member of the human race. People like her should a) not be allowed to breed; b) not be allowed to coast through life without a GED; and c) not be permitted to work so hard a failure.

God, I'm pissed.

Crappy and Bored

I am not speaking to Steve. I don't think that he knows this, yet. His daughter is beyond a slob. Slovenly. Gross. Lazy. These are a good start for describing her behavior. I don't want to be the bad guy, but he's making me. I am going to go all "Mommy Dearest" on her ass. I have a bit more compassion for Joan Crawford, now. I understand what it takes to push someone to the "no wire hangers, ever" point. I cannot even describe the hovel in which Amber lives. The reason I am not speaking to Steve--he cannot and does not stand up to his tyrannical daughter.

I remember visiting his home on Grant street, once. Keep in mind that this was a 12 year old girl without a good female influence in her life. I found used maxi pads just lying around the bathroom--they weren't wrapped up or even CLOSE to the garbage can.

This is the beginning, of that I am sure.

Steve and I watched a 4 part miniseries called "In Search of Shakespeare" that PBS did. It was really good.

Let's see...I sold a LOT two weeks ago. Things seem to be picking up a little -- knock wood.

I am still tired all of the time. No amount of caffeine makes a difference. I go to bed most nights at @9:30. I do, though, get up around 6:00 a.m. The dog just won't let me sleep any later. Actually, one morning a few weeks ago I am sure Steve was trying to help. He took Lia out in the morning. This made me run REALLY late. My day off I spent running like I was late all day -- I had to make 3 dozen deviled eggs (here's some math -- split in half that is, actually 72 deviled eggs) for work. My mom helped me fill them. Then I spent another 4 hours running her around on various errands--the computer fix-it place, Walgreen's, the post office, the bank, the Kendall County Judicial Center, the Kendall County Courthouse, Janelle's store, the dry cleaners. Whew. Happy, happy day off.

I am sitting, now, in the "Library" at WCC's Copley campus. I had a conference scheduled at 8:20 -- he didn't show. Another conference was scheduled at 8:40. She didn't show. Waiting for a 9:00 and a 9:20. The 9:20 will definitely show. We'll see about the 9:00 (she's got 6 more minutes).

I am working 10-7 today and tomorrow (Tuesday). I have Wednesday "sort of" off -- I do have conferences all morning with my students. Then on Thursday, I have to drive to Bourbonnais very early to get "training" for solid surface countertops. Oh goody. I'm scheduled on Friday, but I'll have it off.

This morning, I have to call to get my medicine sent. Late this afternoon, I am going to call Steve's parents to invite them for dinner. I'm making Chicken Au Vin. I think I've perfected the recipe. It's really not anywhere near as hard as I thought it would be.

Jay called me the other day. It was so nice to talk to him. I was starting to wonder ...

Okay. I suppose I should sort my bag and see what's going on.

Later.