If I do you a favor

Most of the time, when someone helps me, it comes with a reminder that they did me such a great deed that they will never let me forget it and remind me all the time.  It's the rare person that doesn't.

With Lois, she gave me her Rice Krispies treat bar after one of her attorney seminars.  I love a good sugar buzz and thanked her.  Then when she wanted to dump a bunch of work one me that needed to get out in 20 minutes, I probably had a Are you kidding me face?  She said You know, I gave you a rice krispies bar.  Hey, I can get diabetes all by myself, thank you very much.

My ex that got me the ridiculous CD player never let me hear the end of it.  I got a nice Christmas present.  I did earn it listening to him.  I didn't appreciate others telling him that he was doing too much for me when I'm driving him around town and he has his own car.  I almost dumped it on his door step but my friend Josh reminded me that was combat pay for his cheating and lying.

So, I'm apprehensive when people want to help.  When my friend Trevor provided test strips for my mom to check her diabetes, he made sure that he told everyone that we worked with what he did.  Great.  Sound like a charity case, don't I?  Sigh.

Today, I hit a roadblock with a filing.  I couldn't figure out how to get this rejection accepted.  It was complicated and I had spent most of my day on it.  I had gotten a message about something I didn't complete which shocked me.  It was too much on a Friday and I sobbed like a little baby.  There's no crying on Fridays, what's wrong with this picture?  I thought I had things settled when I came back from my walk but when I got the second rejection, I sent out a message for help with a really detailed explanation.  

The diva offered their help and looked at it. I don't know if they were successful. I said my thank you.  I also know that when the diva helps, there will be a message for me letting me know everything they did.  

How do I know?  I had to ask when I ran into a glitch when I signed off one night.  The vaper figured it out but the diva had the same issue and made sure to let me know and ask if I saw their message.  I said yes, I did.  Thank you.

I get the impression she wants to be constantly recognized.  She wants to be the center of attention and I can't stand that.  

The truth is, I should have better cooperation.  I shouldn't have to feel like I'm getting stepped on everyday.  I get treated like I'm pathetic and weak when I ask for help.  Well I need people who support me better.  I need people that will show me respected.

The truth is?  I'm not respected.  I know it and I accept it in this situation.  It doesn't make me feel great, but I know the score.

It doesn't make for great days somedays.  I know who I am and I just want to do quality work.  I like helping people but I don't advertise it.  I feel like an ass if I say it out loud.  People should see what I do  and get it.  I'm not going to announce it on the billboard.

Can you picture the diva putting out a billboard advertising how great she is?  Sephora would be sold out for that photo shoot.

It wasn't a great day.  Hopefully poor Charlie didn't hear me sobbing like a little kid.  Maybe that's why it sounded like he was vacuuming the sidewalk this afternoon.

I need a mental health break this weekend from entitled people.