Crappy Week

1. I actually have to work overtime this weekend. And I'm going to have to go into the office to do it! That, and my boss is unappreciative (and somewhat disapproving of) extra effort. He doesn't understand that my being requested (by someone at his level) to participate in something does not mean I volunteered. Whenever I see him, he says some variation of, "Well, now you'll know better not to volunteer next time."

2. Our AC is broken again. Hello new heat pump....on the eve of signing the contract to have our basement finished, which means we'll have to refinance our home equity line.

3. I think I narrowly avoided being molested on the Metro on the way home today. This (normal looking) dude sat next to me, said he was visiting from out of town, and proceeded to ask me all about myself, what my job is, what I do on weekends, How long have I been here? Why did I move here? Do I travel? To Delaware? Really? What kind of projects do I work on? Really, pharmacies? The way his arms were crossed over his bag, I thought it was an accident at first that his hand was on my leg. But after shifting twice (the second time with an "Excuse me", that was actually a pointed "Excuse YOU"), I realized it might not be an accident and I was worried that things were going to go, um, south. So I announced that this was my stop and moved to another car. Perversion averted. I guess social deviants and major cities go hand in hand.