The last few weeks have been weird and depressing and I’m not really sure why. One of Brady’s friends has been staying with us because he was having problems with his live in girlfriend. So I’ve been thirdwheeling. On one of his first nights staying with us, we grilled and had people over to eat and drink. Lindsey was the only girl besides me and the guys starting being guys. Someone brought up Tia. Apparently she gets around a little bit (clearly) so they discussed that.

“[Guy who she hooked up with] says she has her hair shaved into a lightning bolt,” one of them said and they all laughed.

And then Brady said, “She changes it with her mood. Along with the jewelry.”

Why would Brady know that?

“I’m curious to see this now,” one of the guys said.

“I’m sure if you ask to see, she will send you a picture. I’m quite sure of that,” Brady said.

I gave him probably the most disgusted and unimpressed look he’s ever seen and he made a face like, “Hey, it’s not my fault.” I rolled my eyes. I don’t want my man thinking about Tia’s vagina and most certainly not seeing it either.

Another night, the three of us went out for dinner and beers. Brady’s friend (his name is Craig) wanted to bitch about his girlfriend all night and I get that Brady should take his friend’s side, but it was offensive. Craig was blaming his girlfriend for being crazy, unreasonable and selfish and Brady was agreeing with him. Finally, I said, “What did you do to her?”

They both looked at me.

“I didn’t do anything to her, Reese. I’m not here to play the blame game,” Craig said.

“But that’s exactly what you’re doing,” I said.

So now I’m just hoping Craig will leave soon. I’ve even been encouraging him to reach out to his girlfriends and apologize. I miss walking around naked when I want to and being able to come home and eat junk food. Craig works from home a lot (our home) and eats all the junk food during the day. Imagine how frustrating it is to come home from a long day of work thinking you’re going to sit in front of the tv with a pack of Oreos all night, but all the Oreos are gone. If he doesn’t leave soon, I’m probably going to kill him.

Speaking of work, Mike is back. Scott and I have gotten pretty close the past few weeks as we prepared for Mike to come back. We work together literally all day everyday either in my office or his office, or if we’re feeling adventurous, in one of the conference rooms. Monica hates it because I think she feels left out. But it seems like she’s alienating herself purposely. We’ve invited her to our work sessions and she says stuff like, “I have so much stuff to do, I can’t!”
We all have so much stuff to do, girl.
I even had lunch with Scott and his wife last week. So weird. I thought I’d be third wheeling, but I think the wife actually was. She’s a cute little blonde (obviously) who does yoga all day. She even showed up lunch in her yoga gear complete with a mat attached to her bag.

Anyway, Scott just wanted to talk about work the whole time. Like, can we have a lunch period off? We’ve all been working 12-14 hours a day so you’d think we would want to find something else to talk about for an hour.

When we got back to the office, Mike met us at the door and said, “Reese, can I talk to you for a minute?” and headed back to his office before waiting for me to say yes.

I can’t even lie, I thought Mike would confront me about going to lunch with Scott (and his wife) because that seems bad for office politics, right? Monica may have gone to him to complain, you know?
But he wanted to let me know how well I’ve been doing and to thank me for my hard work. I definitely don’t feel like I deserved it (even though I have been working hard), but there have been times I’ve busted my ass even more and no one said anything. But at least he’s noticing.
It was short lived though. On Monday morning, he sent me an email with a list of things that he wanted done, that I haven’t been doing.
“This is your priority this week. Don’t let me catch you doing anything else,” was how Mike closed the email.

So this week I’ve been busting my ass for him and avoiding Scott’s requests to work together. Obviously Mike hadn’t informed him of the list he’d given me so I guess it was supposed to be private. Although I don’t see why.

Carly was here over the weekend. We grabbed a quick brunch on Saturday morning, but that’s the only time I saw her. She spent most of her time in the suburbs wedding planning with her mom. I cannot believe she’s getting married in a few months. She actually kept changing the subject when I asked her about it at brunch which I don’t think is a good sign. I hope she isn’t getting cold feet.

I’m sorry I don’t have much to write about. Like I said, I’ve been in a weird mood, borderline depressed, anxious and super, super tired all the time. I can barely get out of bed most mornings. Hopefully the getaway Brady has planned for the end of the most helps. He’s taking me to a beach in Massachusetts for the weekend. He’s actually been working even more than I have so we definitely both need it. I miss y’all. Hopefully I feel better soon.