The Devil Inside

Couple of things before I get to my story of the day:
1. We're officially under contract for our house. I'm SUPER excited, but also SUPER stressed. I've been having bad dreams lately. I think it's due to my emotions running high over this house. I'm ready to move in. I think Brandon is ready to kill me over decorating issues. I've already got everything mapped out the way it should be done. He has no clue what he's in for ... no clue at all.
2. My sister is pregnant again! Yay! I get to be an auntie again! Yay! I know she hasn't told everyone yet, and for those of you (especially family, Rick) who read this and didn't know, sorry I spilled the beans. But, she told me that I have permission to tell people, so there.
3. I learned this weekend over an interesting conversation at Grandma's place that my dad is gay! She told me that in high school he never had interest in girls and always hung out with the boys. The whole family came to the conclusion that he is gay. Ha!

With all that said, on to the main point:
We all have a mean streak. Brandon sees mine almost everyday. However, this doesn't necessarily make me a mean person. Some people don't have a mean streak, the mean streak is their entire personality:

Today my boss decided he would try to be nice. When I walked in the door this morning I was greated by an enthusiastic "Good morning!" Nice start to a short week. But as always, his personality got the best of him and he became the awful person he usually is. Today was a rather stressful day for me because I have so many things to get done in such a short week. As I was scurrying about the office getting things done, my boss hands me a piece of paper with a note: "Did we loose this?" He was referring to a check we were supposed to send a client of his. I responded with the fact that he told me to hold off on sending the check. His exact words were "Don't send him the money, he's got plenty of money and isn't desperate for any of mine. He can wait." So I waited. He may as well have physically beat me to death, because the verbal lashing he gave me after I told him this left emotional scars that won't ever heal. Not only did he insult me personally, but he did all this in front of people I work with. How embarassing to be verbally abused in front of people. He told me that I should never lie to him like that and try to blame him for something that is my fault, blah, blah, blah ....

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that had it been YOU in my position, YOU would have quit on the spot and told the man what you really think of him. I cannot do this for several reasons:
1. We're in the process of buying a house. I doesn't look good to have no job in the middle of a mortgage application.
2. I've seen the way he reacts when people tell him off. It does NO good at all. He looks at you like you're the most idiotic person he's ever seen, and walks off in the middle of your conversation.
3. I actually like my job. I really like what I do here. It's just unfortunate that my boss is an anus.

So, instead of lashing back at him, I find revenge in other ways. As I said, I have tons to do before the week ends. The way I see it, he has to pay. He has to pay for the hurt, the stress and the emotional damage he has caused me. Therefore, I don't work. I sit here and read blogs, not work. I sit here and e-mail friends, not work. I sit here and think of decorating ideas and research prices for redecorating, not work. I sit here and stare at the ever-growing pile of paperwork sitting on my desk, begging to be done, NOT WORK. So today has consisted of all the previously mentioned activities, looking through catalogs and taking a two hour lunch. If he's going to abuse me, then I'm not going to work.

Bastard!