I like the fact that Jason has a bar tending job. I also hate the fact that Jason has a bar tending job. I know. Can’t have my cake and eat it too, and other such cliches that make no sense. But this does make sense to me.
Jas loves bar tending. He’s quite the people person and loves to talk. (And talk and talk and talk…) Aside from some of the jackholes that he works with, and some of the cheap bastards he serves, he loves his job. And I’m happy for him. I love my job too, and I’d be pissed as hell if he ever asked me to leave it. But I hate that he works while I’m home. Selfish, I know. But I can’t seem to help it. And I’m quite the bitch about it too. When he tells me he’s only working 2 or 3 days, I get pissy because it mean he’ll be making less money, which means I have to cover more. And on the other hand, when he has to work 6 days, I get pissy because it means I can’t see him. I like having time alone. Watching the tv shows I want to watch, reading quietly with no interruptions, and just having a little me time. But I miss him when he’s not here. Even when I think about how irritating it is when he tries to talk to me while I’m reading my book (the book is NOT made of invisible paper. You can SEE that I’m reading it. SO WHY DO YOU KEEP TALKING?), I would still rather have him home bugging me than have him out at the bar.
Perhaps it’s just my need to have everything just the way I want it. I would love him to have a full time day job so that he made more money, and yet we had evenings to spend together as well. But he doesn’t want a full time day job. He likes his bar tending thing. I suppose I’ll have to live with that.