How Hard Life Is

So yeah.  Landlord is on vacation and we got a yard full of you know what.  I found his social media page and he posted  Why?  Not smart to do that at any time, but oh well.  That's him.

It was what he said that made me mad about how hard his life was and how he embraces it.  Last week he accused me of clogging up the bath tub with kitty litter and made me cry.  No, you don't have it hard.  You have no idea what hard means, you spoiled brat!  Give me a break.  I had to use the kitchen sink to wash up each other for about 3 nights in a row.  Not fun shaving your legs on a kitchen chair.  I made it work, but I get how hard life is.  

Typical.  This is what Lois would do to me with her vacations.  Stress me out, call me names, make me cry and go on vacation.  Then she would take about how stressed her life was.  Poor lady living in a nice house in a nice area of Milwaukee County.  She told me once I could talk to her about what I was going through and when I did say something about feeling frustrated with my medical, her eyes were glazed over and you know what I did?  I stopped talking.  It kills me that she gets praised for being a hero to bring a woman from Russia to get medical treatment for the same cancer I had and she couldn't have been crueler to me at times.  

Then today with our newer individual who is learning the ropes and being dismissive of me.  It happened a lot when I was trying to show them how to do things.  I would get an impatient attitude at times and get told off because something went wrong.

On Thursday, they're having a little retirement goodbye for someone that I briefly worked with before I started getting moved around.  He's a lovely man and I would say to my goodbye but I wrote a few kind words on the virtual card that was sent around.  I'm just not feeling up for people period.  

I'm never up for people.  This week is about getting a little peace.

I did have some amusement listening to the senators grill Tulsi Gabbard and the other dude, who was he, Ratcliff?  about the whole text messaging error.  Yeah.  No shocker there.

Life is hard.   I know that.  I just wish people wouldn't make it hard for others.  

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