I AM a quarter Irish, ya knowww. Whoopie, it's St. Paddy's day. Yes, I'm wearing green and will most likely consume lots of beer this evening...be it green or not.
I hope my mood gets better as the day goes on though, I'm not happy right now. I really want to go home. I do not feel like working. Shit, what else is new? I woke up alright, but as I was getting ready to leave I had to yell at Ron because the heater was left on too high all night. So he just got up, told me I'm being "moody" and left. Whatever. Silly me for thinking he understands what I'm going through with the moods right now. Silly me for thinking I can control them.
Another thing that's really pissing me off is flakey people. I've been trying to get together with my friend Rosemary, another impossibly busy person. We had originally made plans a MONTH ahead of March 11th. I contacted her last week, didn't hear anything until the day we were supposed to hang out... Surprise! She's busy! Can we do it the 18th? Okay, sure. Surprise! She's busy again! Can we do it the 25th? This time I emailed, "I guess, just email or call me ahead of time and let me know if it's ON." I'm so FUCKING SICK of motherfucking busy fucking goddamn motherfucking-ASS FLAKES.
Oh yea, and no apology from Kim either... This was my email to her a few weeks ago after she said she'd call me and I didn't hear anything from her, per usual...
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Okay, it's been over a month and I haven't heard a word from you. I realize you're busy, I do... I guess I just don't understand HOW busy. You don't have to call or anything, I know it's a pain. I'm not crazy about talking on the phone either. It's just that I miss you, goddamnit. I keep telling myself to wait for you now 'cause the ball is in your court. But I always run out of patience. I haven't seen you in over a fucking YEAR. What is up?? Am I nagging too much? You don't have to have us over...but it sure would be nice to see you.
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Her answer?
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I'm not really sure what to say....... I miss you too. I don't want to go into details or give you excuses, but sending an email like this will certianly get a response... but not in a good way. I'm working 6 1/2 days a week, some of those days 12 hours. Your not the only one thats been missing... Please bear with me while I get myself situated in a new career. Somewhere in this mix I have a man to tend to, and we've had some major issues with his son getting in trouble with the law... I've got my pets here, my dog, cat and horses here at the house. I have a yard to tend, a house to keep... should I mention the bills and just... LIFE!! It's been a crazy year indeed..... Sorry I've dissappointed you sooo...
I'll try to keep in touch, but emails like this kinda piss me off... We don't live in the same city, and we are at a point in our lives where we need to find a place to ground ourselves. That's all I'm trying to do... It's nothing personal to you.... I deal with so many different personalities at work, that I just come home exhausted.
Anyway, I hope all is well. Things are good here otherwise. We sent Chris home to his mom, and we are now enjoying what little time we have together in the house alone. Its been pretty cool. How are you?
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Okay...fine. Now my answer...
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I'm sorry to piss you off... I'm just throwing another one of my tantrums is all. I apologize...again. I DO realize that you have a helluva lot going on with your new career, and that's not including the troublesome teenage boy you've had living with you and your private zoo. Shit, I really don't know how you do it.
But I need to tell you that I was really hurt when you invited us up and then didn't call when you were too busy. I would have understood... A phone call, voicemail or even an email. It takes two seconds. It made me kinda mad...not to mention hurt and disappointed.
We're at entirely different times in our lives on top of the fact that we live so far apart. That's just how it goes. I know you're bad at keeping in touch and I understand about talking on the phone. I don't like talking on the phone very much, either. So I guess I'll just pop you an email every now and again to see how you're doing.
I'm doing fine, thanks. Just starting..... Blah blah blah....
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See? I understood...or at least pretended for her sake. I haven't heard anything from her since. I guess I did get my apology and I'm now asking for too much from someone whose priorities are much different than mine. She's got horses at home and a career in horse training. I guess when you're shoveling that much SHIT every day, it becomes your life. Whatever, I guess I just don't understand.
But I sure do HATE it when people come at me with a bunch of excuses (although I know they're true in her case) about how busy they are and they're so sorry and blah blah blah blah FUCKING BLAH. Naw, don't go out of your way or anything. Don't bother.
Yes, Kim has been trying to get "grounded" since I've known her. Like I've mentioned before, she's moved six times in the past three years and has had five jobs. I think this one is her sixth. I guess we all grow up and move on. We end up in different places and then there's just no time. Oh well, time to get some pride and move on. Fuck it.
Okay, I think I'm done bitching here. So happy goddamn motherfucking son of a bitchen fucking fuck Patty's day.
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