There is more than one way to do it

I have to admit that I'm super irritated right now. I took my final this morning and got a B, so that settles that. Glad it's finished. I didn't have to go to work at my internship today. I used my day off to take a nap and then go to a nearby restaurant to apply as a server. It's not that I dislike where I work now, but there are a few things that bother me about it. It's a burger joint. My managers can't seem to figure out my schedule, and when one of them finally does, they decide to switch who writes the schedule and we're back to square one. It takes a half an hour to get there. I do like the job security-I believe I'm one of the best servers there so they don't want to lose me. I also like how nice everyone is that I work with (for the most part) and I like how laid back everything is-with the exception of the fast-paced environment. Either way, I applied somewhere else and they seemed really interested in my application. The manager on duty told me that the server manager would be in tomorrow and that she would make sure that the server manager gets my application and resume, and she wished me good luck.

So why am I so aggravated right now? Because I believe there is more than one way to do something, and it's hard to convince the future spouse otherwise. His birthday is Sunday. I haven't bought him anything yet, and I wonder if he'd be happier if I don't buy him anything just because he wants us to watch our spending. So I offered to bake him a cake and make him dinner-of his choice. Of course, he wants me to make him a tiramisu, even though it was a complete failure last year when I made it with my dad's help and dad dumped an entire bottle of wine into the cake thinking that it would make it better. So, to help my pride, Neil offers to "help" me make his birthday cake this year, because he's hell bent on tiramisu. Why can't he just be normal and want a chocolate cake? Maybe red velvet... So after asking him three days in a row what dinner he'd like and getting the same response, "I'll think about it." I basically decided on one for him. His mother used to make a dish called 'pizza fondue' when he was younger and it's like comfort food for him. So I found a recipe online, pretty similar to the recipe she uses (I know this from eating the pizza fondue she has made) and think to myself, "this will work, Neil will love it." So I call him at work and ask him if he knows what he'd like for dinner Sunday, assuming to get the same answer.

"How about you go to the butcher in Troy and pick us up some filet mignon?" he says.
It's not exactly what I had in mind, I kinda was looking forward to just going down the street to Schnucks and getting the ingredients we need for the pizza fondue... and I'm sure it is less expensive. So I bring up the idea of pizza fondue to him, and I tell him about the recipe I found online. "Pizza fondue really isn't all that fancy... but ok, you should call my mom and ask her for her recipe." Sigh.

How can one person be so freaking picky? Whatever happened to being gracious and thankful that someone is offering to do something nice for you for your birthday? Neil's mom left for NY this morning, and I really didn't want to call her and ask her for her recipe, being that she is on vacation. Neil insisted that it wasn't that big of a deal.

Here is what I think isn't that big of a deal: Trying a new recipe! Let's be honest, even if it might be slightly different, I am willing to bet we'll both enjoy it. I was even thinking of changing parts in the recipe I found to make it more fun (like instead of using hamburger, I thought of using italian sausage, maybe adding some ingredients you might find on an actual pizza that tastes great).Side Note: Neil hates Prego. I love Prego. We use "the Hill" spaghetti sauce because he likes it more... because it's what his mom uses and it's more expensive. I just wish he'd give me a chance to impress him instead of assuming he's not going to like something just because it might be a little different than what he's used to. But it's his birthday so whatever he wants is probably what I'm going to give him. I just want him to be happy... just kind of wish he would be happy with my ideas.