Short Week Short on Drama - Hopefully

I know the short weeks can be more stressful but after last week, I hope that's not the case.  Then again, I have my weekly call with the group.  So excited to hear what insulting thing someone will say to me next.  Sigh.

Still not sure if I want to open the windows.  Afraid that I might break them.  My mom is convinced that Precious can never sit in a window again because they have screen windows.  She's never clawed a window but well.  That's my mom.  Freaks out over things like that.  Sigh again.

It's my goal to maybe put some things back where they belong and straighten stuff out.  What a mess of a year.  Between having to find a new place at the last minute and then hiding stuff every time they brought a window person up to do an estimate and then the window installation, I'm done.  I want to hibernate from people until after the holidays.  Too much.  

The thinker thought that I should apply for the position that's open.  Am I qualified?  Yes.  Would it be more stressful?  Yes.  Would this group listen to me?  No.  Definitely no.  There's already a bias against me and it would be an uphill battle getting people to do anything.  

My mom has been putting up holidays decorations the last day or so.  It's been kind of nice having this stuff up.  I'm ok if it stays until April at this point.  

I hope the good humans have a good day.  

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