Okay, so my day started at 5:00!  I know!  Can you believe it?!?  I actually got up at 5:00...in the morning!!!!  I wanted to get up then, but I think the only reason I was actually able to was because I was so excited!  Anyway...

I drove over to John's house and we carpooled to work.  Having someone to ride with and talk to sure makes that hour commute seem a lot shorter!  So I got to work, and was almost immediately taken to the human resources department.  I wasn't there too long though, because I had all my forms filled out last night.  Then I walked back to the Public Safety Building (that's where I work).  It's kind of weird having to walk to different buildings and actually having to go outside because their not all connected like at Concordia.  But I like it!  It's a good thing.  There are a ton of little delis, diners, and restaurants nearby for me to eat lunch at, so that's nice.  They're even within walking distance - including a Jimmy John's!  YAY!  My boss trained me for about an hour before she had to go to some lunch meeting, so when she left I did too.

It was kind of sprung on me, so I wasn't really sure where to go for lunch because I wasn't thinking about it.  I ended up going across the street to Chili's.  Kind of expensive, but it was a nice little treat to myself for my first day at work.  Consider it a celebration.  So I made sure I was back to my cubicle in time and then my boss was and hour and a half late.  So I bided my time shopping for office supplies in a catalog.  I was starting to think that she forgot about me, so I went down to her office.  She had someone in her office and eventually she said she would be up in five minutes.  Forty-five minutes later, she finally arrived at my cubicle.  We got some more training in and she left me on my own for the last fifteen minutes or so.  Then it was time to go home!

I was so freakin' tired!  I yawned the whole way home.  I wasn't alone though, John yawned the whole way too...until we picked up his wife in Chicago.  Then it was non-stop laughter until we got back to their house.  It's no wonder my parents like them.  They are great people!  So I got on my car and headed home.  I was kinda grumpy.  All I wanted to do was eat dinner and go to bed.  Instead, when I got home, Mom wanted to ask me all kinds of questions about my day, and my new job, and blah blah blah...  Ugh.  Woman, just feed me and let me be.  Okay, so I was really grumpy.  I was starting to get a migraine too.  We ended up eating dinner together and then I came up here to post in my blog.  So that was my day.  Now I'm going to go to bed.  5:00 comes too damn early!

What the hell?!?

First of all, that should be directed at myself.  As in, what the hell was I thinking when I answered the phone?!?  I should have just let it go to voicemail.

But mainly...  Are all men hypocrites?!?  Maybe hypocrite isn't the right word.  I don't know.  Here's the details...

So Jared called and everything was going okay for awhile...  Then I started to get upset about something and he started in about how he just wants to be friends.  He doesn't want to fight etc and be mean to each other.  Okay, fine.  So the conversation goes on, and we started talking about goofy stuff like, the fact that my mom stole his gum when she was helping me move out.  Then he asked me why his quilt was stuffed into the closet in the living room.  I gave him my best guess as to why and he told me that he hadn't found it until 'Little Man' was getting into the closet the other day.  *screeching brakes*  Hold on!  Wait a minute!  Little Man is what we called Scuttles, and I still call him that.  Scuttles lives with me, and I know for damn sure he hasn't been over there since we moved in with my parents, so who is this other 'Little Man'?

He explains to me that 'Little Man' is his new girlfriend's son.  (The one that the two of them decided wouldn't be a good idea to meet Jared, because they didn't want to confuse him.  He's not even two.)  Then he corrects me that she is not his girlfriend -she's just a friend, that 10 minutes later he adds he cares very deeply for.  Oh yeah, they have sex, they hang out all the time, go places together, do things together, and apparently, he watches her kid while she's working two jobs.  If she's not a girlfriend, what the hell is?

So, yeah, he takes care of this kid.  What the hell?  He didn't want to get Scuttles right away because he was afraid I would lose interest.  Translation:  He didn't want to do any of the work.  And Scuttles is just a dog!  So what the hell is he doing taking care of someone else's kid?

I know, I know, it's not my problem.  He's not my problem.  But why would he do all this stuff with/for someone else, and I didn't get treated half as good when I was his wife!  And he's given her the title of "friend".  How is that fair?  That's not right!  Whatever.  Am I a complete psycho?  I mean, does this make sense to everybody else and there is something I'm missing here or what?  Please be honest - don't just humor me.