Marching On!

Today is my first day back working with my most asshole-ish co-worker since his inappropriate outburst and slandering of me before vacation.

So far?  Meh.  Anti climactic, to be honest.  I have been very subdued, not looking for a fight, and I haven't asked him to do a single goddamned thing.  I am able to run this room on my own and have deftly proved so this morning.  I feel no tension because he is of little consequence to me.  He is an irritating little prick, but so far I've been able to disappear into this fabulous novel I'm reading, or into the bottomless depths of the interwebz. 

We only have 11 kids in here today (think about the size of BHS, then think about the fraction of a fraction of the student body this is), so it is especially boring and slow.  The time seems to be absolutely creeping by, whereas yesterday is breezed by easily.

I am excited for MARCH!  So many things are going to happen I can hardly believe it!  My wednesday eveing coffee dates continue (with relish! ;), plus two weekends this onth contain DRAMA FESTIVAL!  This saturday Aaron and I will be going to Sharon High to support their drama club in their festival entry, and Friday night we'll see Brockton's show at their preview performance!  It will feel strange, not traveling with BHS, but liberating.  This year has been bittersweet, being so close to the drama club yet so uninvolved.  It makes me look forward to the summer very much, where I may once again have the opportunity to do theatre with verve and passion!

And Sunday?!?!?!  I FINALLY, finally get to meet Oliver!  There is to be a playdate!  Woot Woot!  I kinda marvel at how I get involved with playdates, having no progeny of my own, but I simply shrug, say 'what the hell!', and go with the flow.  Just because I haven't produced offspring doesn't necessarily mean I wouldn't enjoy a playdate!  I love my friends who are mothers, I want to know and love their chilluns, so what's the big deal?  Yeah, yeah, yeah, it makes my uterus pang a little, but what doesn't these days?  I'm fucking 27, going to be 28, my body is sounding all kinds of klaxon alarms at this point!!

Then hopefully next week I shall host a game night! wheee!!  And yet another weekend means another PM Productions reunion!  Oh, I am so jazzed!!

Plus the monotony of my work schedule will be broken up by bursts of MCAS testing, which is fun for me only because it means less In-School-Suspension hell.

And, you may have noticed that today is March First.  Oh, is it?  I hadn't noticed....Hahahahahaha!  Was that slightly maniacal?  Apologies.  *wicked grin*

Here's the scoop on why I will adore March:  The Roommate evacuates, at long-fucking-last.  He was, infact, gone last night.  I was able to walk around in my altogether and took full advantage of this precious freedom.  I blew my husband in the living room, smack in the middle of the living room, because, why the fuck not?!?!?  I could have had full access to the x-box if I so chose!  I made dinner with my tits out.  I peed with the bathroom door open!  Not strictly necessary, sure, but again, why the fuck not?  Aaron and I were happy and relaxed and giddy.

Now, before anyone gets too excited;  While he was physically removed from our space, he has not quite 'moved out'.  All his shit is still littering our wonderful loft.  He has a busy work week but claims he will get most of it today sometime, and then has arranged with Aaron to leave some things behind.  UM!!!  I object strenuously to this-- I want all traces of this bastard out of my home.  I need to thoroughly clean and disinfect my loft bedroom so that I can once again coze up in my beloved space.  I want to purge him completely, like a person expels a foreign body.

Aaron agrees, though, sigh-of-relief, and has said that anything he leaves behind 'temporarily' will be promptly and efficiently stored in the basement.  Done and done.  And when my loft bedroom is back in order?  I urge those of you who have never seen its glory to revisit and marvel at its adorable wonderfulness!

I can hardly believe it is really happening.  Honestly, I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

And?  I'll have you know that thus far there has been no thank-you. Not really.  Bleck.  He makes me so mad I could punch a wall.  But soon all my unnecessary tension and angst and frustration will be dissovled.

And I can come as loudly and raucously as I want! Mwahahahahaha!  Although, I'll admit that sometimes the challenge of keeping quiet was pretty fucking erotic. Oh, I am so awful.

Happy March Everyone!!!