grrrr

Today was one of those days that makes you question a lot and even more irritated. --caution,if you are not used to me using "ugly" language, stop here; otherwise, read with care and remember it's been a bad day...--
Today was new employee orientation for my new position doing what I've been doing for the last year. As I was getting ready this morning, Matt asked if I wanted breakfast. I said, no that they would have a breakfast for us (I had been told by current employees that orientation breakfasts were too good to ignore, but one point for Matt). I did mention, for the first time, that I would need to get some cash for lunch, knowing I had maybe one George Washington in my wallet. --Preface:we only have one bankcard and Matt carries it 85% of the time. We got it when we first got married because I wasn't the best at keeping track of spending in my check ledger.--I got ready and reminded him again about lunch money getting into the car. I had to run by the hospital because I forgot the letter they said I had to bring with me to the sessions, which it turns out I didn't need and then hopped out of the car at the locale de boredom and prepared myself for the fun of orientation. Less than a minute after getting out of the car, I realized I had not gotten any money and ran back outside to try to catch him before he left...too late. So I decided I should call his cell phone on the off chance he had it with him. He didn't so I left a message saying "hey, we (note we) forgot to get money for lunch. I have about a dollar so I hope you get this otherwise I'm going to have to be creative." You see, he was supposed to go with "the guys" to a baseball game at noon, the same time I believed I'd get a lunch break.
First, the breakfast was non-existent. We got coffee, that lousy hotel, watered-down kind you make yourself with the 2-cup maker at Ho-Jo's followed with "a" pastry at 10. So not only did I not get a substantial breakfast, I was not so sure I'd get lunch.
Lo and behold, I get a call at 10 a.m. (I left the message at 7:30) which I couldn't answer because I was in the middle of utter boredom. Plus I had minimal reception and not enough to even send a text. So when we wrapped up at 11:30 I got to check my message that said "hey, just got your message. We're going to head out in a minute." No fucking mention of the fact that I was about to not only be without a real breakfast but I was also about to be without lunch because at the locale, if you don't have cash or a university card, you don't eat. Nowhere takes a fucking credit card (which I did have) except downtown, and it was raining. So I decided to give him a call, after all it was raining. He answered the phone pretty quickly and, when I asked him where he was, he plainly stated that they decided not to go to the game because of the rain and that they (his friends) were now at lunch. LUNCH!!! When I asked where...downtown (3-5 blocks from where I was). Did I mention he didn't bother to call and let me know that and, had I assumed they were at the game, he would not have even called me to see if I wanted company for lunch. Then he had the fucking nerve to ask me if I wanted to join them. When I, in a very bitchy tone, said "Yeah, if I want to eat lunch." He simply responded "okay." So he at least offered to come pick me up (after I mentioned the fact that there was liquid falling from the sky). Never once did he mention the fact that I had no money and, had I not called, still would not have money. Once we got to the restaurant one of his friends, Lothar, had the fucking nerve to say "Matt had a sweet spot right in front until he had to go get you." Lucky for him it was a public place, because the true bitch in me almost came out and strangled him with his balls.
Now I realize the insensitivity shouldn't have enraged me so, but it got worse. I finished up with orientation, benefits--didn't really help me to like him more. I realized that all of my flex spending credits go towards his health and dental insurance, that I will actually still have to pay into every account despite getting over $600 in credit. (fucker needs to get a job with benefits.) Still, that wasn't enough to keep me in this shitty mood. That came when he dropped me off (close to 4) and told me he was going to pick up Lothar at the bowling alley literally 5 miles from our house, because that's where they went after lunch. I don't see him at 4:15, 4:30 or even 5. At 10 after 5 he calls to tell me that he's going to take Lothar home now and would be home in about 10 minutes and what did I want for dinner. He gave me suggestions. I guess he thought I was going to make dinner for him after his lazy ass packed "a" box for me, went to lunch and bowled with his fucking buddies all afternooon. Hell, the fuck, no! The sad thing is, he's still oblivious...completely oblivious, and if I mention anything to him he will try to find a way to turn it around (in his mind) that I do similar things to him...bullshit.
This rant is over.