Oozing with Sarcasm

It's probably better than being full of tears.  What a day.  I feel a touch of annoyance too, but it's all rolled in sarcasm.

I got the message that there would be an open house for an hour and a half on Thursday between 5 to 6:30 pm. I found the listing on a site that I wouldn't normally look. I was impressed with the pictures.  It didn't look that nice.  No pictures of the inside of the garage or basement.  

Mom did see the landlord around noon while I was in a meeting.  I thought great.  He's got someone already.  He didn't come into the duplex.  I saw his truck take off.  I knew he had a sign out front.  I wondered if he listed it on his social media pages.

He did.  I know.  Am I spying?  No, not really.  He told us to follow us on his social media pages and at the time I thought, no, I don't want to but I will look from time to time.  He posted this long winding story about the history of him living in the house and how he's going to move onto bigger and better things and to send him a message if they're interested.  

Sigh.  No.  No more friends!  And that price.  No way can we afford the rent now.  I don't know to expect.  Mom's still looking.  I guess I'll be a door dash driver soon.  

Now he took the picture down off the website.  Why?  Did someone say he was insane for the price?  They would be right.  Curious to see if he'll post on the usual websites like Zillow or Trulia.

Before I signed off, I got an email about engagement activities and admin's day.  How we can all be together.  

NO AND NO.  Unless it's virtual, forget it.  I'm not near any offices and with a parent that's partially blind, they can count me out.  I'm so sick of that.  Honestly, I'm good if someone says go have lunch on your company credit card with a max amount of dollars.  Really.  I'm happy with a couple of tacos or a Panera salad.  I don't need anything else.

One years, we went to a burger joint.   All of the managing attorney's "girls" called her a cheap skate for picking this place.  I was fine with it. I rode over with a couple of people and as we waited in line, Irma is pushing herself on me and grabbing my arm.  She forgot her Diet Coke.

OMG.  Her and her Diet Coke.  She would go on and on about how she has to have Diet Coke and it was a kill me now moment!  When Irma wanted something she would push you of the way.  She pushed and pulled on my arm and she hurt me. I had a biopsy the next day and I was in no mood for this.  I pushed back and said Don't put your hands on me.  She practically hissed at me about her Diet Coke.  It gave her great pleasure to know my health information.   

I'm done socializing.  

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