So life is going well. There's always so much to talk about, and yet, nothing I really want to talk about right now. I'm mad at Charles. I understand his focus on work in terms of time, but sometimes it's ridiculous. We got into a fight half an hour ago because I was trying to get the ranch started (we make it ourselves, so I was putting the ingredients in the mixer bowl to leave mixing for them, since I was getting off). He reiterated that I needed to leave, so I reached over and clocked out before finishing the ranch. I literally only had left to open the packets of ranch powder, pour them in and flip a switch, and yet we got into a yelling fight about my Needing to not do a single bit of work off the clock. We didn't get into it today, but it's a matter of insurance. If I'm off the clock, then I can't do any work because I'm not allowed to get work-related injuries. It makes perfect sense. Yet Charles' irrational associating with "off the clock" and "unable to work" carries over such that if he's clocked out, but forgot something, he won't do it, even if someone (me) isn't there to do it for him. Even if it means food going bad or a mess crusting on a surface over night. And it carries over to him yelling at me for trying to finish a task after I've clocked out to make sure I don't hit overtime. Is it so irrational to have a work ethic that believes work should Get Done? [growls in frustration] I'm out.