Fuck you, job - I've got Ikea

I honestly spent 6 hours at Ikea on Saturday with my neighbor. I want every bloody thing in that entire store.

Work has been utterly complicated lately and I can't get into it except to say that my department is down 1 and a half people and it's our busiest time of the year, so the situation is prime for "the boss" to have his annual panty-party. It's already begun in some respects. He tells every person who walks by his office how busy he is...how swamped and overwhelmed he is ...as if he's the only one. We've all volunteered to help and have really been working well to pick up the slack, but none of that matters in the face of his "sacrifice." Ugh. Whatever. I'm so sick of this job taking up my valuable mental space. I want to coast. Come in. Do my job. Go home. I honestly envy people who are capable of not getting passionately worked up about EVERY THING that happens around them. I want so desperately not to care.

I really have to do something different with my life; and soon.

But back to the good news: Ikea has come to town just when our house needed it. I love you, Ikea. Really I do.

Sweet potato fries

I am stressed out. We're in the middle end of refinancing our house (it should have been easy, but kind of isn't) and speaking of the house, it's in total upheaval because we recently discovered that we actually have hardwood floors (which is yay), but it means that we're living like college dorm roomies with all of our shit crammed into the back rooms and our bed in the living room. It took one week and Angie, Greg, Melissa and Tawnya to scrape a butt load of paint off of our floors. Yes, some butthole painted the walls and kitchen cabinets without putting down a tarp...on our living room and bedroom floors.
Pulling up carpet is really a process of mystery. Anyway, I'm happy about the floors - it already smells %15 less like a pet store in our house and I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and the potential this new discovery brings for our home. For one it means I actually like it again. Me and the house are like "back together," I'm just not ready for tongue kissing or sex yet.
In other news...I can't stop breaking out. My hormones are total bitches. It doesn't help that our loan is in limbo and has been for a little too long to feel completely comfortable, our house is in shambles and no matter what I do, I keep getting fatter. Hooray. I ordered some hippie lotion products from Canada that I'm hoping will help make my skin "not disgusting" again. It hasn't come yet - but, I will provide you with full reviews once I've tried it. I'm using a standby lotion right now and it's turning the greasy parts of my face even greasier and the flaky dry patches are flakier. Thanks fuckers.
Work is also - well, I can't really talk about it, but trust me when I say I've got to get out of that place. The powers that be keep dangling false carrots and acting like they respect me and some of my co-workers and have us in mind for bigger things - but their words and their deeds? They don't be matching. It's so frustrating not knowing how long I should hold out before telling them to eat my dog's shits. Ya know what I'm spraying?
Other than all that - life is pretty good. Ha! No really. I have really great friends (new and old) and I've made a commitment to start walking/exercising every day and I think that's helped my self-esteem a bit. Yeah, also Lars is analyzing (like really seriously) an episode of Prince of Tennis right now and it's really the most darling thing in the universe.