Another Inbound day

Looks like I might not be able to go anywhere today either.  Damn it.  I thought if anything,  I could get some of the grocery shopping done.  I should have done it on Saturday.  I know I have all this week off, but still.  Two days in a row with crappy weather just sucks.  I am hoping maybe this afternoon might look better but I'm not holding out big hope.  I see Charlie is home today.  Maybe if he's out there shoveling and it doesn't look so bad I can get a few things.  I'm over winter.

Well I don't know if I feel better than I did last night but it's a new day.  I guess there's something bad about being alone with your thoughts.  I woke up to a message from Corinne about one of her dogs attacking another.  That broke my heart.  I hope they can get a dog trainer to fix the situation.  I suspect the dog they just got may have been abused in other homes and that's just a reaction.  Their poor dog that got attacked.  I hate that.  I was hoping their new dog would have been a good fit for the other two.  I hope it's something that can be fixed.  He sure seems like a sweet little guy when I met him.  

Precious is not down with her new bed.  Guess I'll be at Whole Foods at some point returning it.  Damn.  I like it.  Can they make a bigger size for me?  I put her in it because she likes to be in the bath tub and she's getting soaked from the damn faucet.  I take wash clothes and dry her head off because she's so wet.  She seemed to like the bed ok when I was giving her the wash cloth treatment but she got over it.  Funny little cat.

At least I don't have to be online and be around my virtual community.  I had everyone except Regina reach out to me when I got upset during our last meeting.  I think I felt the stress of the year and I could see on the report that was being displayed that my area was the problem area and I took accountability that it was my fault.  The lurker reached out to me when she saw that I was getting upset.  Part of me was real surprised.  The other part of me thought you're the reason I'm crying.  You're the reason I feel bad a lot of the times.  You screwed with my head that I wasn't doing enough or always pointing at things I did wrong.  I don't know what her agenda was but I was polite and said I had a bad day. I did tell the higher ups that she had reached out.  I want to give credit where credit is due. I wish that she was sincere.  I'm afraid she wasn't since she made an attempt to embarrass me the following week.  Sigh.  It never ends.

The diva had reached out to me and initially she was a little tentative and kind of formal with her concerns.  I told her I was fine. It was just a lot and she seemed to be the person that she was when we first started together.  I absolutely hate that I can't trust her.  I know she wants to make herself known but she's stepped on me and has put absolute praise for the lurker and Regina which makes me take a step back.  I could ignore some of her bossiness before, but now that she has stepped on me and made her love known for those who haven't been nice to me, I can't trust her.

Do I have expectations for the new year?  No.  I am grateful that the Thinker has taken over one of the areas I was covering. I was the only one covering two and I was constantly behind.  Constantly having to have others help me.  Always feeling like last on the list.  It's like does anyone blame me for crying like that?  

I just want to feel less overwhelmed in the new year.  Not sure if that will happen but it's my one and only goal.  

I really hope the weather clears up.  I don't want to go to a ton of places.  Just get the essentials before I start licking the generic nutella jar I found clean out of desperation.  

Winter sucks on a day like this.  On the plus side, I found my Kindle and got a good start on a book about Obama and Biden.  Ah, the good old days.  I'm afraid my Audible book may not be a great book to listen to at the moment.  It's Retribution by Jonathan Karl.  I was hoping to hear more about what Jack Smith found and that doesn't seem to be the case.  I did find out that the orange goon carried a brief case full of make up during the debate.  I'm terrible at putting on foundation but considering how much this goon wears, you would think he would have mastered it better not to look like the orange faced creep that he does.

I hope the good humans have a good day.

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