Odd Negotiations

Woke in the dark, gave Lady Miss Friday breakfast, but she wanted treats. I got a little too generous with the meaty sticks - turns out she loves the Luvsome ones just as much as the Friskies! Unfortunately, now I have to ration them. She calmed down and I was able to at least close my eyes before the sun came up. Unfortunately, when I finally looked at my phone, I had a novel's worth of drunken tantrum texts from Julian about fleas, flies, and filth. He threatened something vague and dastardly if I didn't get rid of the couch and buy a new one by the time he got home, and even took a picture of the bowl and cup in the sink - what a slob I am! But maybe some part of him knew that wasn't really much, so he also filled the sink with shoes. He raged at my poppers, since I'm not smoking anywhere near as much. I wonder what he'd do if I went completely sober? Still an addict, constantly breathing air. He left me a note on the fridge telling me to clean and I wrote back that I'm the only one who does. I really do not want to have to make a Chore Wheel or whatever parental units are doing these days. We should both just clean things as they need cleaning. I tried that with various houseguests in the last place but I don't think I ever actually said it out loud, just figured people would help clean. I get that it took me forever to clean for myself and not just others, I'm just not sure what to do for them. I seethed, but managed to just agree to his demands on the condition he gets therapy and stops drinking.

We had our weekly meeting during work - Dave is retiring at the end of the year and Din is being elevated to management. Din's been here for over 15 years, so that makes perfect sense. I managed to provide both therapy and comedy for everyone, and JJD spoke extensively about my counsel to him. It was a really lovely meeting. It being Friday, I made sure all my work for Monday was done, but things are so slow right now everyone else has now nearly caught up as well. No clue why I'm worried - ADI doesn't fire people, and if they do have to lay us off, they'd almost certainly give that resume help I thought about previously. Even though I rankled at Julian trying to abuse me into becoming his maid, I still cleaned. It was time, frustrating though it is to have to do it so much more often since there are more of us here. Even though having guests used to remind me to clean, since Tim suggested sitting by the pool for the meeting, that didn't really apply here. I even vacuumed up the bugs where I could, and my homemade fly trap is catching a bunch of them. Tim said he'd bring Pupple and snacks and showed up with both a little earlier than I was anticipating. Also a lot more of the latter - falafel, peanut butter filled pretzels, various fancy cheeses, hummus, and fancy pita, but he did take it with him after the meeting. I tried to get caught up with FHA a bit while still trying to learn what I should about making a show. I don't think I prepare enough. I generally just jump in and learn as I go. Julian joined us later and seemed to enjoy the cheeses Tim brought. He also brought two beers out with him and continued drinking heavily through the night. He was limping because he fell into the mechanic hole - sadly not the start to a scene - but also refused to report it. Late in the evening I said something about his drinking and he blew up. My own temper bubbled over and it worried me because it was more explosive than venomous.