What ever happened to the days when people went out of their way to be friendly and helpful, when customers could contact someone in person or by phone if there was a problem, where sellers didn’t treat you like you had a disease and actually knew that you are the one paying for THEIR services and product rather than believing that they are “God’s gift” and you should worship the ground they walked on! Just saying. I ordered a CD for my Art studio containing the contents of 36 books. It was suppose to have arrived no later than the 24th. It is now the 28th, so I went to the contact seller place and guess what! No contact information just vague questions and answers. I am a business woman and would be sure to keep in contact with my clients ESPECIALLY if there were a problem. This is my rant for the week.
Funny how one forgets the foolishness of youth! I DON’T drink, yet I do keep a couple wine coolers back for company (IE Mom). Those have been in my cupboard for over1 1/2 years now. I was so keyed up yesterday that instead of taking a 1/3 of a cup with Ice, I drank down a whole bottle. Needless to say I woke up with a migraine, an upset stomach and cotton mouth.
I swore that I would never overindulge again, yet I ignored that promise and paid the piper for it. So today will be a slow day since I have to drive my son home from Rapid tomorrow which means early down and no hangovers. Chores will help (laundry, baskets, and a few other things) keep me occupied. Some gal called me up and asked if I had time to go over some items and I flat out said this was one of my “Bad days” instead of saying “hangover.”
I do have good and bad days, usually brought on by stress and being around people. This year seems to be more stressful than most. I need to work to pay off some bills which are hanging over me (no help for hubster there) plus I promised my friend. Not next year though! I am having issues with the whole being in public thing again. Just wish I could handle it better, then I wouldn’t need the wine coolers for a crutch to get me wound down!
I know I should get things done today and tomorrow, but I am having issues. My stomach is really acting up and I am (again) having trouble sleeping. I know I should be digging out my paints, reeds or the like, but every time I think about it something pops its head out and I find myself having to do things I did not plan on. I know I should tell visitors “no” and take the proverbial phone off the hook, but that isn’t always as effective as one might think. I have a neighbor down the block who always shows up unannounced for coffee (wither or not it is ready or I am in the middle of projects. A lady who always wants me to go for coffee with her and my other work that the hubster keeps piling up for me to do. Boy, I could use a wine cooler right about now! One wild berry mix please! Any way, I do hope your days/evenings are doing better than mine lately!
Well it is going on 230 in the afternoon. Thought I would get the day to myself … Boy, was I ever dreaming! I went to the Post Office to check and see if my order of journals had arrived yet and ended up stopping at the museum as well to pick up two deteriorating mounted deer heads which I took to my mother’s garage so I could salvage the antlers before tossing the heads. I then came home and our neighbor came over (10am) and stayed until 12 at which time I ordered a Chinese dish for lunch. I walk out the door and run into the friend again. I told him to watch the dogs while I picked up lunch. My husband calls and asks me to do something on the computer when he leaves. 215 he does leave and I get hubster’s correspondence taken care of and am told he was leaving on a one week trip on Sunday. AFTER I tell him I am taking the bus down to Rapid to pick up our son (no dogs allowed!) and I leave 645am on Weds. Which means mom has to watch them for the day and it takes her til 7 to get ready (if she has nothing else pending!). I am now out in my shop with my cold lunch and posting this. So much for my intentions to start on my baskets or anything else I planned to do while he was gone today. I should know better. He always has ways to screw up my day!
Well, the structure is done. Windows in, electricity, flooring, loft (for storage) painted … Now it needs to get organized. What I thought was just my studio (which would give me a place for working ALL my art projects) has become our work shop/studio. IE I am relegated into choosing 1 thing to work on at any time (aside secretarial crap for him). He is doing 2 things, stained glass and minor repair of furniture. Anyway, my dreams of having a private workshop where no one hangs over my shoulder and critics everything I do (IE telling me I am doing it wrong because HE would never do it this way … ) has been shot to heck and I continue to have that annoying shadow following me EVERYWHERE!
I will be posting photos of the place soon as I get the camera out here. We still need a heater, shades and he is currently working on a peg system to hang the reeds for my baskets … Oh yeah! Did I tell you I was going to do baskets? Hope you are all having a great day!
The song from Camelot fits for men too. Mine is currently being in a woe is me persona! He really doesn’t want to go to see his son (he has never had a good relationship with him or any of his cubs) and is looking for sympathy so he says he isn’t feeling good so I say take your time. His come back? “It works and it doesn’t” then goes on to explain “I feel like every moment I am not doing things it means I probably won’t get them done because I will probably be too sick or dead!” every time I reassure him he gets worse with the attitude, so I take the line for the song “You just love him, love him, love him…” Anyone else with this problem?
I know that this comes and goes, especially for those of us who have dealt with depression and the like. This is one of those times for me. The weather is finally changing to warm (though I have heard it might get cold with possible snow showers later this week), and I have gone outside and soaked up the sun’s warmth. I feel though that I am walking in a fog, like I really am looking into a fishbowl which is my life.
I think that it may be that things are still up in the air for me and it seems that a lot of my so called friends and family are hoping it will fall through. (My mother made it slip that they blame me for loosing the house and not the circumstances surrounding it. Go figure. They won’t tell me to my face, they will just dis me and not listen to what really happened. Just like my cousin who ruined our car because he said I lied about sending my uncle the titles to the trailer and car. He never apologized when my uncle said he got them.) What they don’t realize is that I NEED this. The schooling, being away from home and family, being in another world that is not the norm for here or me. Yes, I have my uppers now, though until I get the partials in the next couple of months, I will be having a balance problem with them. I start back to work at the city museum and gift shop at the end of May, (though again I enjoy the work, I have problems with being around people) and I have still to hear about the schooling and apartment. It is a lot to think about and have hanging over head. I plan to take the math accuplacer test at the end of this month and I get my last MMR shot in a couple of weeks. I want this all to fall into place but know that it may not. If I don’t do this I feel that I will never get to know what I could have done or been.