Things on My Mind

What's up with office thievery? I got into work today and my area looked just like how it did when I left last night. As I was settling in, I noticed a very familiar item sitting on top of the supply cabinet behind me. It was my container of Clorox wipes that usually sits next to my monitor on my desk. First question is, why would someone take it from my desk and not put it back? Second question is, why would they need to nearly empty the container? Is their desk THAT filthy? I find it strange that people do things like this. I'd be more than willing to let people use them, just ask first. I'm tempted to put a label on it that says "Ask First You Sneaky Piece of Shit". I won't though because that wouldn't go over too well with the bosses. It's a bit offensive, no?

So I went to the grocery store with Him yesterday since it was time to restock. He's been guilt-tripping me lately about not making him lunches to bring to work because his co-worker's fiance does it for him. So I decided I'd stop in the deli section and buy some sandwich goodies for him. The deli guy either really loved his job, or he was bored beyond belief. He was so happy to slice some turkey and ham for me. It's like I gave him a present or something. Plus, he gave me free slices to eat while I waited so by the time he was done with my order, I was full. He also made a really corny joke when I asked him for honey ham. Him: You want honey ham? Me: Yes, honey ham please. Him: Honey? Okay honey! Me: umm, ha ha ha.

My foot started hurting for no apparent reason on Sunday after my bridal shower. I was standing there deciding which boxes I could fit into my car and then I got a shooting pain in my right foot. I had no idea what was going on. By the time we packed up the presents and got back to our place, I could hardly walk. I had to slowly make my way up the three flights of steps. As the evening passed, the pain was getting steadily worse. By the time I was in bed, I had to literally crawl from the bed to the bathroom. Yesterday I was still limping, but today I'm not. It hurts if I turn it weird or step on it funny, but all in all it seems like it's improving. I don't know what caused it. Is this some psychosomatic bullshit? He says there's always something wrong with me and you know what? He's right. Maybe I'm just a hypochondriac.