I Hate Birds and Stupid People

One lousy hour. That's about all the sleep I got. I think it was a combo of being upset (someone made an inappropriate comment to Rob, and it destroyed my day), the caffeine I had later than I should have, and something electronic constantly beeping in the living room. I tossed and turned, and now it's 4:50 in the morning, and I have to go to work in 20 minutes.

It's Sunday, meaning we open a little later than the rest of the week. Go figure the one day I'm ready to go at 4:45 (the usual time we open) I have to wait. Even when I get there, the person who has the keys is going to be late, because she's always late, because she's so much better than everyone else, so I'm actually going to walk out of the house when I should be punching in. Even then, I usually end up waiting.

Last night I got up four times to figure out what was beeping. Whatever it was, it only happened once every five minutes, from the living room, loud enough to keep me up, but not long enough for me to figure out what it was. When I finally figured out it was my cell phone and got it to quit beeping, it was just after two (when the bars close). Then, all the young people out celebrating the beautiful weather by drinking came back to the apartment complex, blasting their car stereos because they, apparently, think we all appreciate Bon Jovi at 2:15 in the morning. I need to keep raw eggs on the balcony. When the goon parade finally died down, the birds started. I felt cantankerous and grumpy listing to the birds and wishing they would shut up. Throughout all this, Rob snored so loudly I briefly considered smothering him. I settled for smacking him in the arm.

"Eh?" he said.

"Shhhhh!" I hissed.

"Mmmm. SNORK!" was his answer, and then he started snoring again.

I got up and walked around. Matty poked his head out of his basket and looked at me like, "What are you doing?" When he picked up his head, both his ears were flipped back, so he looked like a sleepy four year old with messy hair. I flipped his ears back for him, and then he put his head down, and when he picked it up again, his ears were back askew. I let them be, because they're cute like that anyhow.

I showered, and now I'm here, and I'm annoyed and I'm cold and I'm sleepy and I'm cranky. Can you tell?

Now I'm off to wait in the parking lot while this stupid girl with the keys takes her time getting her stupid ass to work.

Oh, one more thing: happy fucking Easter.