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Yes, yes, yes, thankful to even have one in this economy, whatever, I don't get paid enough, hours are being cut across the board (fuck you), which means that our staffing is cut, which means no fucking way to ever possibly be caught up EVER, fuck. this. job.
No because at least with the last one, I had a set schedule, did not work nights, did not work weekends, and didn't have to put up with any angry people calling ever. And it paid better.
OK, I know this is mother's day and all, but I don't know if I can deal with my mother today.
She's in the hospital again after a second heart attack and trying to use me as a way to get out to avoid more rest and treatments. She's worried the hospital contacted me looking for a reason to keep her there. They haven't and I don't know why they would, aside from the fact she constantly shirks any treatment she's ever given.
She just had a triple bypass last month and refused to stick to treatment because the meds "gave her nightmares," got herself worked up again and had another heart attack. She always has a reason she makes up to drop any treatment she's ever given. Always.
Add to that in the midst of all this she stalked my sister's Facebook account, found the phone number to my brother-in-law's job and left one of her classic ten-minute stream-of-conscious "woe is me" diatribes on his boss' voicemail. All that just because she wanted to patch things up between her and my sister, who wants to have nothing to do with her ever again.
He could have been fired for that. She even Facebook stalks his mom, making contacts with her friends like she knows her and needs to talk to her because she's "lost" my sister's phone number.
I'm fairly emotionally neutral on many things, but that sort of thing makes me livid. I've seen some of her qualities in me before and done my best to stamp them out. I don't have the time in my day to recount all the ways I've been wronged and don't see the value in doing so. I accept there will be assholes and that they're just going to happen. I'm fortunate that it doesn't happen often and when it has, I've allowed it to fade within the day or laugh it off.
Maybe its time to let her fade, too. I know that sounds cruel, but I see no other option. She'll always be like this whether I continue to be there for her or not. When we talk, its 20 questions about my sister and I might be lucky to get two words in about my life before she unloads yet another tale of woe upon me. A tale of woe that incorporates the latest injustice upon her with all the others she must retell no matter how many times I've heard it.
She's going to stress and worry herself into a grave and resist every treatment along the way. I just can't deal with it anymore. All it does is make me angry.
The only guilt I'd really feel is I'm leaving my stepfather out to dry with her. She totally ruined his life, though she's probably be even worse off without him.
Anyway, today sucks and I had to get had out of my system. Fucking corporate-invented holidays.
People, get all of your groceries before getting in line. I was behind three people in the Express Lane, all three of whom said, "Wait a minute, I forgot <item>."
EXPRESS LANE, first of all. That name isn't just for show.
Also, people don't want to wait on you. The people behind you don't, and the cashier doesn't. Get all of your shit before getting in line. Or, if you realize before you get to the cashier, excuse yourself from the line and go get it. Don't make all of us suffer from your stupidity and absentmindedness.
And if you're with someone and you send that person, they'd better run. Don't take twenty minutes because, "Well, I didn't know where it was." FUCK YOU.
If you weren't a few years older than me, I'd say I'd "adopt" you, but I think it might be more fitting for TGM to do that.
I called my mom, I explained why there was no card this year (sadly, can't justify even the smallest additional expense right now) but she was glad I at least called, because my brothers rarely do.
And I'm the one who didn't speak to my mother for almost three years. My brothers suck!
The person you text doesn't answer, but a few hours later you see that they've used their phone to post on Facebook.
I see how it is. I am trying to do right by my life, put myself in order, get out more, and have some semblance of a life in light of losing the most important person to me in the world (outside of my kids), and yet, I can't seem to find one person who will be there for me when I need them, or even just in general. I know my bitching gets old. I keep most of that inside and dump a lot of it out here (sorry), I don't try to be a constant force of negativity, and I put a smile on my face and laugh despite everything. I cry myself to sleep most nights, I'm deeply lonely, and yet, I still manage to go out, face the world, and laugh at things that happen to me and put on the face of someone who is happy. Am I really that unlikable? I don't understand.
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