Annoying

M got up at 6pm this evening. She is always extremely excited to tell me how long she slept for. I don’t know if she is proud of it or what but if I slept that long I would be going to a doctor, not advertising it on Facebook. The first thing she said when she came out of her room was, “I went to bed at 11pm last night! That’s 19 hours of sleep!” This is just one day after her 26 hour sleep-a-thon. This might be a Guinness world record. I should check that out!

So she gets up at 6pm, which is when I make dinner, and promptly starts pulling things out of the fridge to “cook” (microwave). She insists on cooking whenever I am cooking. Which means that each of us has to cower in our own little section of counter space and it throws a wrench in my very well thought out dinner plans. I am a very organized person and M is not. Every once in awhile though, she doesn’t make dinner at the same time, she will wait for me to be done. What she does in those instances though, is hover around me in the kitchen and chat. This is good for you (because it is usually when she tells me all about her never ending problems) but bad for me because it is, well… annoying.

So this evening I got to hear about a few things for your reading pleasure!

1. M officially quit her day job at the printing place. She went in today and gave them her final notice and told them that she wasn’t coming back after her “mental health leave.”

2. M intends on giving her two weeks notice at the gas station tonight. We are back down to her having one job! Does her Starbucks job count when she hasn’t even worked a shift yet?

3. M canceled her insurance on the original car that she got into an accident in. This means that she also canceled the plates that she was illegally using on the champagne shitbox that she almost got arrested for driving. She was so very excited to tell me the story:

She said:
I went up to the counter and told the man, “I need to cancel my insurance.”
“Where is the vehicle now?” he asked.
“It is no longer on the road.”
“What happened to it?”
She then made the motion of something being crushed by her hands and said, “Accident” while shrugging.
“Oh… where are the plates?”
“Well, I don’t have them. I know there is a fee for that, I will just pay it.”
“Oh, you live close by (he checked her driver’s license) so you can just go get them.”
“Actually, they are not at my house.”
“Oh… well, where are they?”
“They are um… on another vehicle.”
“…I am going to pretend that I didn’t hear that.”

YEAH. She actually told the guy she is illegally using those plates on another vehicle. What an idiot. Then she apparently wasn’t charged for any of her tickets! Normally when you cancel or renew insurance, you have to pay off all the previous tickets, but for some reason they didn’t show up.

Well, at least she is trying to take a step in the right direction?