Thursday, July 28, 2016

Married Bastard

At 37 I've been married for 19 years.

That's over half my life. People assume I'm good at relationships because I have longevity. I guess it would be insulting if people heard how long I have been married and the typical reply was, "Whoa! Which one of you is codependent?"

They say the three biggest points of contention that tend to put married folk on the road to divorce are sex, money, religion/politics. You can put them in what ever order you please (and of course they are not the only potentially poisonous subject.

Mrs. Bastard and I tend to share opinions and attitudes.

I think one of aspects for marriage is accepting life as sometimes dull and routine. Sometimes sex (o' silly hyped up, over focused, sex!) can't always be amazing and hot. I think there is something beautiful when I am interrupted mid-sentence with, "Could we have some sex, maybe?"

Questions like that tend to bleed the interruption of its offensiveness.

And then I say, "No! I want to finish my stupid work story!"because stories need finishing.

And then she crosses her arm and pouts. Until the end of the story, that is.

And then later when she's says, "Don't move."

And I ask, "Did I find a good spot?"

And she replies, "No. I found a back zit. I'm going to gittit."

You don't question it. You wince from the pinch and inconsequential lost of body fluid the zit that just got gitted with the confidence that this is happy road of marriage; littered though it may be with offhand comments and interruptions one must be careful labeling--with terms like "silly," for example.

Boom.

Marriage.

One word, incomplete sentences (not this one).

Friday, July 22, 2016

Employed Bastards

What's the worst part about working with teens?

Adults is the funny answer.

But really though, it's the adults. 

I decided to end my stint working with teens. It was not easy. I get along fantastically with teenagers for whatever reason but it was time I pushed past that emotional connection with the kids and moved on.
 
Two jobs at both ends of the day's spectrum was making it hard for me to sleep. My body goes by that invisible clock and I tend to wake up at the same day every day. Four months of waking up at 7a.m. and going to bed around 2:30a.m. wore a bastard out and when I sat down at the end of the day the boarding school job fell short for too many reasons. I will probably get to some specifics but I don't want to go on and on about how quickly a good thing can turn bad.

Working at a bar has shown me if nothing else it does not pay much less to be in charge of much, much less. I'm already sleeping in later which for me is usually a long process. 

Working one job will be nice for a minute. I have my eye on a part time day job--the easy sort you get minimum wage for but also will be a good experience that lasts about a month but will get you a discount on comic books.