I Think I was on a roll - Maybe Not

My mom was nice enough to order me two pajama sets from Kohls.  I hadn't thought much about the ones that I had but yes, they were too small and well like me, getting old.  Sigh.  I knew there was one that was at least 10 years old.  They were kind of my favorite comfort ones.  No, not a Fetterman type pjs.   They were nice and feminine and just comfortable.  I only picked up one and didn't see the second email had come.  She told me I told you and you just didn't listen.  What's new?  I thought I knew what I was doing and welp.  No.  Back to Point Loomis in the morning.  My fault. I take credit for it.

I thought I had gotten her Kohls card situation straightened out and it made me want to punch a wall.  They wanted to send me a code and they couldn't send me a code.  What in the world?  I signed into her email account to forward the other Kohls email for pick up and what do I see?  An email that a new card is on the way for her.  I hung up on the guy after he told me I'd have to fill out paperwork and send some ID for my mom.  She didn't get her new Capital One Kohl's card jackasses.  Why does this have to be so difficult?  I guess my hang up helped since well - ah!  It's coming!

When I came home, I saw that she had a notice from Globe Insurance for her monthly payment.  We did not get a notice from Globe last month.  Sounds crazy, but I mentioned to my mom that maybe a monster got our mail one day and threw it in the toilet.  Is it possible?  Maybe.  Our mail service isn't great either.   At least we got a notice this month so my head doesn't have to explode figuring out the website.

Well the point of me having four days off other than to take care of some medical "knock on wood" but to put some marbles back in my head.  I just felt more than my usual overwhelmed self.  I'm not really happy about this situation with the lurker.  It's like get in a cage match and duke it out.  I don't appreciate someone new telling me what to do when I have done it all along.  It wasn't fun spending my days working with this person at times.  I kind of got belittled a few times and yet I get spoken about very highly and my mom complimented my patience with this individual.  It's just please work this out yourself and everyone act like a human being.  Is that so damn hard?

Frick, of all people, threw a comment in our chat that wasn't meant for me.  It wasn't about me which was strange but she was trashing someone else.  She quickly put in the chat, Oh, just ignore.  I told her she should watch that because it happened in our group and the person got called out.  She said that she would trash another co-worker.

Hold my beer.  

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