Mondays

Another week has begun. This will probably end up being fairly busy for me as I have the month end reports to sent all (all have been blinded finally) and a bunch of meetings to attend. People complain about things like that, but let me just go ahead and admit that I love meetings and conferences and all that. I would love to have the sort of job where I sat in meetings most of the day and traveled. The furthest I travel now is the 5th floor for EOB requests. Don't get me wrong I really like my job and I really like all the people I work with, it's just not what I thought I would be doing.

Tonight, after babysitting for the Children's Advocacy Center, I'll still have to fix dinner for my boyfriend. Oh yea and find time to sort and wash the laundry. He tells me that I don't have to do any of the things I do around the house. Whatever. Let me list the reasons why I can not allow him to the laundry:

1. He forgets about clothes he washes until the next week when I open the washer and find some gross mildewey clothes.
2. Clothes go in four piles: uniforms, lights, darks, and whites. All are washed on hot. Nevermind my dry clean only clothes or bras.
3. He STUFFS the dryer full of clothes, then later will say 'I really need to check on the dryer it doesn't seem to be getting the clothes dry'
4. He will NOT put away anything that is cleaned, it just lays dormant in the basket until I do something about it.

I love him but he makes me nuts sometimes. I'm sure I will be talking about him a lot on here.

That's about all for now, mostly because I could really use a cigarette.