Spinning into the Weekend

 It was a too fast kind of day yesterday.  At least I got to spend some time training the Thinker on my area a little bit.  It was nice to get that in.  I feel positive about her help.  I'm grateful she has the enthusiasm to learn more.  I wasn't sure but I know I am skeptical of everyone.  I am hopeful when it comes to her.

I found out it was actually the lurker who needs off next Friday as well.  That made me mad.  The two biggest bullies just pushed me out of time off and I had to cancel an appointment.  I have plenty of other time that I won't be pushed out of.  I can let this one go but considering the problems I had with fixing my time and trying to add another date adds to my frustration to the diva and lurker.  They were ugly months ago about people having off and the diva whined about how alone she was going to feel.  

The thinker said something to me that made me feel good.  She said you're so patient.  I know what it's like to learn something new and have people be impatient with me.  It seems like I've had a lifetime of impatient people.  I could do a whole post about impatient people.  Maybe I did.  How can you learn anything if people don't take the time and work with you to make you feel comfortable?  I told my mom about what she had said and she told me, you were the same with the diva and she screwed you over.  Yeah.  She did.  She has done a great job at stepping on me.

Considering the way things are going, it's probably best if I work next Friday.  Maybe I can get more training in with the Thinker and it'll be a good time without the diva and the lurker.  Both a couple of jerks.  Spoiled brats.

I got to at least see Corinne, her husband, sister and their three dogs or as husband called them, the 2.2 pack.  The littlest one is so adorable.  He seems to be Corinne's dog.  He's a Tibetan spaniel that she named Cashew.  The German shepherds are still sweet.  I got a kick out of one of them turning around and looking at me like they liked me as I scratched her back.  It was like Hey, you seem nice, lady.  I spent the week previously, petting a cat and a dog and trying to pet a cat who was mad at me.  I guess it was my natural reflex to pet any dog or cat sitting near me.  They're all nice dogs.

I see that there's a lot of people out for the protests today. I see that they're all scattered out through Milwaukee County.  Good.  I wonder if Corinne will go.  She really wanted to and I know the feeling. I want to do the same.  

I got things to do this morning.  I am writing letters for the California special election in a few weeks.  I'm doing my part but in a different manner.  This whole thing is just exhausting but we can't give up.

I hope the good humans have a good day.  

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