Know where they're going

I hate that it's going to get darker soon so I can't walk my annoyance off after I sign off.  I wasn't seething.  It was maybe more at lunch that I was doing a slow burn.

The diva.  I thought keep my name out of your mouth please.  Our weekly meet up just well pissed me off.  There's an event where there have been some asked to appear in person.  I'm not anywhere near a location and the one that I'm near?  It's a trek.  If there was a location closer, I'd have no problem with it.  I didn't appreciate the diva repeatedly asking us about people attending and then called me out.  I thought why don't you ask me directly? 

Yeah.  I am worried there will be a complaint about it.  I did my fair share of traveling and I'm dealing with a parent with vision issues.  I don't want to be spending my day traveling.  I just know how the diva is.  When she complains, she complains loudly.  I need a break from that one.  I better not get a call about anything changing where I need to travel in a few weeks.  

Ever have someone point something out and you feel obligated to thank them?  And then they announce You're welcome in a way to make you feel small and insignificant?  Yeah.  That's the diva.  

I got a disturbing phone call on our landline from some company telling me I had medical debt.  No kidding.  When I asked where the medical facility was, they mentioned it was somewhere in Minnesota and I said this is a scam and hung up. I figured it was, but they mentioned it was a date of service April 3rd.  I knew I saw my doctor on April 1st, but he's down the street and not in Minnesota.  Bulls***

I adjusted some of the privacy settings on my social media accounts, like hibernating my Linkedin.  Staying offline is the best right now with how weird our world is becoming.

England made me smile today.  Can't say why, but it made me happy.

I see Tim Walz on Jen Psaki's show.  I miss old Coach.  Sigh.  We can't have nice things can we?

This was a stupid day.  Very stupid day.  


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