I'm Not A Happy Camper

Today should have been a relatively good day for me. My current employer took the news of my impending departure reduction in hours pretty well. I start my new job on Monday.

I even went and bought a celebratory pizza tonight. Got it home and went to sit down at the table while reading Ripples of Battle. Except that someone "borrowed" the book, along with another I had bought the same night and the receipt from Books-A-Million. Oh, yeah. And all of my spare change (I'm guessing for bus fare to the store).

The little kids father showed up for a couple of hours this afternoon, supposedly to visit with the kids after school. If he took the books, it wouldn't be the first time the bastard stole from me.

So, of my celebratory pizza I was able to stomach one small piece. I am physically ill at the thought of him doing that, again. I don't care a whit about the books themselves - they can and will be replaced. What I do care about is that this happened on what should have been a happy night. Now, instead of going to bed full and happy, I'm going to go to bed nauseous and pissed. I'm so upset about all this that it even affected my last post (the last two paragraphs were written after I discovered the missing books - can you tell a difference in the tone?).

What a night.