I needed a break, but now I'm back
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I have been away from the workplace for the last 2 workdays. Which of course led to a nice 4-day weekend. Well not totally nice. Would have been better had my car not started smoking Thursday evening. Turned out I had a leak in my water pump which had to be replaced along with the thermostat, serpentine belt and some other belts. The end result: -$841.84. But my car is running much better, sounds better and since I spent two hours cleaning it Saturday, it looks better too. So much for the hope of getting a new car this summer. Karma is definitely a biotch. Funny, five minutes before my car broke down in the rain on Thursday, I had just finished screaming at my Mom. And when I say screaming I mean screaming. I never ever, ever talk to my Mom like that. But she sticks her nose in my business just a little bit too much. My mom and my supervisor at work are like best buds. I talk to my Mom about a lot of stuff however, I purposely leave out my job issues because I know that my mom and supervisor are friends. The thing is, my Mom can�t hold water with a bucket. She has a big mouth and likes to gossip. It makes her feel important to constantly be in my business and other people�s business. She has some serious control issues and I am desperately trying to cut the umbilical cord (to an extent). Now, my mom constantly accuses me of not telling her anything about my job (and she wonders why!). About a month ago I applied for a job with an organization that I work very closely with here at my current job. The job I applied for paid a little bit more but they have terrible management. I was unsure if I even got the job what I would do. Leave a job that is awesome but the pay sucks, or go to a job that pays well and be miserable because the management sucks. I figure going for the interview would not hurt, if anything it would give me an opportunity to brush up on my interviewing skills. I ended up not getting the job. Which honestly was no big deal. However, my Mom decides to go and tell my supervisor that I was not offered the job and was upset about it. Never, not once did I ever tell my mom that I was upset that I did not get the job. Nor did I give her the authority to discuss this with my supervisor. I tell my supervisor a lot of stuff too, so she already knew I was going for the interview and she also knew that I did not get the job. But I was not upset about it at all. I knew I did not get the job for a good reason. God did not want me at the other organization for whatever reason and I was totally cool with that. What pissed me off was that my Mom always feels the need to discuss my personal stuff with other people and the worse part is she always puts a twist on the story. She makes shit way more dramatic. So after politely telling my Mom that I don�t want her to discuss my work and stuff that I tell her in confidence with my supervisor, she gets all upset and tell me she is trying to help me. Oh by the way, my Mom argues like a kindergartener. She has the rule the conversation and she is always right. When I tell her why I don�t think it�s appropriate for her to talk about me and my work with my supervisor behind my back she has to give me all the reasons as to why she is doing me a favor. I could barely get two words in and finally my top just blew. My mom was not listening to a word I was saying so I started yelling at her to get her to be quiet and listen to what I had to say. So what does she do next?? She puts the phone down. Hear I am talking away I had no idea that she was not listening. Finally once I realize what she is doing, I wait for her to say something. Instead she hangs up the phone. I tried to call her back and she decides not to answer. Five minutes later my car starts smoking. I know that was God punishing me for how I acted. I tried to call my Mom again to tell her what was going on with my car. She still does not answer. Luckily I was able to call Rie to have her come get me. I told Rie about the argument I just had with my Mom. Rie knows my Mom as well as I do so she knows my Mom fights dirty and is controlling. Rie took me by my Mom�s house. I wanted my Mom to know that I was sorry for yelling at her and what was going on with my car. When we get to my Mom�s house she continued to act like a two year old. By then I was done with the situation. The crazy part is, the next day my Mom calls me about my car and acts like nothing ever happened. She does this all the time and it frustrates the shit outta me. We never get anything resolved because she never want to discuss shit and then she wants to act like nothing ever happened. But she did drop the $800 bucks to get my car fixed. So I guess she is forgiven. I just wish she would mind her own beeswax sometimes and act more like she is 52 years old rather than a 2 year old. In other news����. I always say: �Actions speak louder than words� It�s easy for a guy to tell you he likes you. But if you want me to believe you, I need more than just a couple of nice sounding words to come out of your mouth. I need actions. B�s actions are finally speaking louder than his words. Even between his constant work trips and busy schedule, he is calling me more. Our conversations now go beyond five minutes. And it looks like I will be making a trip his way in May. I�m not trying to get my hopes up to high but so far I like the way things are going, they are moving a little slow, but maybe that�s a good thing. |
11:49 a.m. || March 29, 2004 |
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