Let's Try This Again

 Here's to a better day.  No lurkers, no protegee lurkers.  If anything, I have gotten a lot done to make up for the time I lost between melting laptops and time off.

I don't fit in any group.  I mean, I had 2 people who were happy and delighted that I was dealing with an illness.  Yeah.  That was enjoyable watching them smile and telling me to have a nice day when they would see me leave early.  Thanks to the managing attorney opening her big mouth to her pets, they knew.  I know.  My doctor's medical assistant asked if they ever heard of HIPPA?  Apparently not.  Me being me didn't want to start anything.  I wanted to block it out and ignore.  For anyone who says I have don't have thick skin, that may be true, but I'll ignore and tend to my wounds in private.  

I watched a couple of episodes of Stephen Colbert last night with my mom. I saw the Adam Kinzinger interview before, but I know she adores him and I figured it was a good way to keep us from watching the hate convention.  I adore Stephen Colbert.  Funny silver fox with his little nerd glasses.  I wish I could clone him.  

I will get out of the house this weekend.  Maybe I'll go back to my old neighborhood on Saturday and walk around for rent signs.  My dream neighborhood is past KK where there's some nice neighborhoods but I know they are out of our price range.  Nice to dream though?  Rent is outrageous.  Thankful every night that I'm not sleeping in my car or on a bench.  

It appears that the monster might have a job.  Wow.  And his own truck. I looked up the business, it's some type of installing security systems.  That seems rich for him.  It's like me being in charge of the sweets at a bakery.  Interesting.  It appears his girlfriend is more at home and in the basement.  She's not the one who's the problem.  No night prowling and that's good.  At least we have some type of security that helps with sleeping at night.  

I hope the good humans have a good day.  I wish for people with bad intentions to leave me alone and don't step on my feet, run over them with a bus or train.  I would gladly build up anyone who wanted to get ahead who was kind and considerate.  I just stay silent when I see those with bad intentions.  I won't say anything bad, but I won't say anything otherwise.  I said my peace.  You can hold me accountable for my mistakes and I accept it.  Being deceptive and manipulative is A-Ok in this world.

I feel disappointed this week. I really do.


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