Blessed overtime
Saturday, August 16th, 2008
My girlfriend has a great job, but she needs to work hard for it too. I am proud of her, but sometimes it gets on my nerves if she works very late.
She sits at her computer and types, and types, and types… We have two computer work desks at home.
“I just have to finish these things, they´re very urgent.”
“Ok, sure. Go ahead sweetheart, I know that they´re important.”
“Do you have anything you need to do yet?”
“Ah, no? Not really, why?”
“Because I always feel bad.”
“Why? Because you have to work?”
“No, because you DON´T have to work.”
“So you would feel better if I had to work now??”
“Yes, because then we would be in a bad mood together.”
“But I don´t want to work now, and be in a bad mood´!”
“Well, that’s not how I meant it, either!”
“Ok, well… then ok. And now?”
“You were at the computer until late yesterday.”
“Yea, but I just surfed. And I didn´t work.”
“Well, I never know what you´re doing there…”
“Honey, what do you mean??”
“Well, I think you´re working, and all the time, you´re doing WHAT DO I KNOW.”
“What are you trying to tell me!?”
[I think she exclusively means smutty issues with "what do I know"...]
“I don´t know. I´m working and you´re just clicking around.”
“But you wanted me to do something just now!”
“I thought you don´t work at your computer??”
“SOMETIMES, no, I mean, USUALLY!”
“What?”
“Honey, I´m going crazy! Stop it!”
“What!?”
“Should I WORK a little now, so you don´t feel so alone in the office? Would that make you happy?”
“Yes… But don´t only do WHAT DO I KNOW again!”
Women…
We have two cream-coloured couches in the living room. There is a red pillow on each of both couches.