I do try to face every day with a positive attitude. I take it as it comes, generally, even though I get juiced about things - it mostly stays in my head I guess. Sometimes I take it out on Twitter and Facebook. But today I had to admit I was off to a rough start to my day and, since it's Monday, I hope it can only get better from this for the week.
My mom is home today, sick. Gross coughing and just generally looking and feeling pretty crappy. I feel bad for her. My sister is home today as her day off for having to work on Saturday. Okay. I am off today as well. My job requires me to work weekends, so I usually get two days off through the week. This week it's Monday and Tuesday. So we're all home. Enter the gnawing sense of an impending non-relaxed day. I enjoy the days when I get to come home and have a little quiet time which makes me feel I am back in my own place. Just me, myself and I. And the cats. Peace. Quiet. No need to talk about anything for a few hours until everybody else starts getting home. Ahh. I love those days. No biggie. One day isn't going to kill me. At 1:15, while sitting at Bread Company reading and having a bagel, I realize I've missed a phone call from my sister who says, "Hi, it's us." Then something about did I want something from McDonald's and what did I want for dinner? Ugh.
Back up to yesterday. My mom had pulled her car in the driveway behind my sister's car, and my sister planned to get an oil change, etc, so she needed Mom to move her car. I found this out while getting ready to go to my part-time job this morning and immediately went into my mom's room to tell her I would move her car so she wouldn't have to. Nice, right? The response? "Well NOW you think of that." So she had already gotten dressed, but what the hell? I said, "I just found out the plan!" Hmmph. I get her keys and go out with my sister. I back out, then she backs out and I pull back into the driveway so she can pull her car in behind. I pulled up almost under the carport and stopped and turned the car off. I looked in the rear view and my sister had this really nasty ass look on her face, threw her hands up in the air and then waved them as if waving me forward. I could read her mouth - "Keep going!" or at least something to that effect. So I turned the car back on and pulled up another, what, foot? Oy. Come on.
I wish things got better from there. I get to work and the scanner is down. I should explain that my job is scanning. And I have a bit of an attitude towards one of my many Republican co-workers because she seems to have that air of superiority that I often pick up on, but also often overreact to. Trying to avoid spiraling into the abyss of poopy moods, I went to find something else to do away from my desk. I still had to leave an hour early and hence lost an hour of pay. Yes, I'm whining, but since my job is apparently on its way out (being phased out by a computer software), I am justified.
I am not sure where this is going, other than my rambling whining, but there's an underlying theme here. It may sound a bit self-centered, but here it is: No matter how optimistic I feel when I get up out of bed in the morning, people are mean. To me. For no reason.
Of course this evening I had to feel sorry for my mom. My sister was very irritated with my mom's coughing and said to her, "Well I had a nice day off having to listen to you cough all day." My mom responded, "Well it hasn't been fun for me either." To which my sister replied, "Well you're the one who's sick." And I could feel my blood pressure rising, along with some type of gastric irritation coming to life in my gut.
My optimism must win out. Tuesday. Must. Be. Better...
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