A holding pattern of life

That's right..a holding pattern. I feel like my life is on a flight to the rest of my life but has been put in a holding pattern for an unspecified amount of time. ARGHHH!!

Let's see how quick I can make this post..I'm on my way to work.
(Read: On my way to the local sweat shop)

It seems I have been deemed worthy enough to be hired on as a permanent employee of local sweat shop #1. My official start date is March 12..this is a good thing. It means my pay will go up to appx 10$ and hour. (close enough anyway)
I have not told Dementor it starts on the 12, I told him the 26th, which was my original start date. He doesn't need to know of the change. It will give me a head start on money I suppose.

Now, back to the holding pattern. Each day I come home I have to face Dementor. He leaves about an hour after I get home. Now, I'm a table person...when I come in from work, I want a cup of coffee and to sit at my table and drink said coffee in peace. It seems however that Dementor thinks he must come sit with me and 'chat'?? WTF?
He never wanted to 'chat' before?
Matter of fact, he had very little to ever say to me before?
Now all of a sudden he wants to 'chat' ...ask me how my life has been? how was work? WTF?

This is an everyday occurrence and honestly, it's starting to get old.

I want to 'clean out'..I want to redecorate..I want to just clean my house..I want to do lots of things here in the house, but it seems I CANT (or wont) as long as Dementor is still a permanent fixture here.
If I did that it would benefit both of us..and well, I'm just not ready to benefit Dementor any longer. EVER.

We've been getting along just fine, but this 'hold please' funk I seem to be in is not going to make for a 'just fine attitude much longer. I want it over. I want him gone. I want to be alone. That's a lot of I wants isn't it? Well, damnit, it's time.

So yeah, I feel like I'm in flight..but on a holding pattern that I can't seem to swoop down or land out of.
I don't want to rush my life away by any means, but the faster his 'leave' date arrives, the happier I will be.

I came home from work yesterday and he had the gumption to say "I'm bored!" ...all I could think of was "you just wait honey..your boredom hasn't even begun!"
That was an evil thought wasn't it? Too bad. It's true.
I think what pissed me off about the above statement was as soon as I walked in the door, I sat my lunch box down and grabbed the broom. The floor had leaves and trash all over it. Then I looked at the counter, and sure he had emptied a few things from the dishwasher ..from the dishwasher to the counter for me to put away. It's like he didn't know where to put them!! WTH?? It was a frying pan, the lid for it, a strainer and a salsa bowl'. CAN YOU NOT LOOK? You've lived here 5 years damnit..shit hasn't changed! If you'd put half a mind to putting the shit away and sweeping the damned floor you wouldn't have been bored now would you?? ARGHHHH!!

I think truly he feigns stupidity just so he doesn't have to do it. Really, I think all men do that.

Well, enough bitching for the morning I suppose. Just wanted to give an update on my holding pattern of life.
Now, it's off to the sweat shop to continue my holding pattern a little while longer. Till later..

The Crone of flight 'go no where'
Sage