A Touch of Salt

I was feeling a little salty yesterday thinking about how I had to cater to people because I inconvenienced them.  It didn't start because I had a test yesterday.  It started when the lurker signed off for not feeling well and the Oh, feel betters got to me.  No, no, sorry she wasn't feeling well.  I also know she's played all of us so I kind of refrain at times when it comes to her.  I think it's always the ones that cause so much noise get all the grace and flowers thrown at them.

No, no, I don't want flowers thrown at me.  Patience and kindness seem to be missing in my life at crucial times.  It is what it is.  Don't want to be salty about it but sometimes I'm tired of witnessing it with others who really haven't been gracious people.  

The spoiled really do get all the attention, don't they?

When we were back in the office, Lorna's father in law had passed and she had the week off.  There were services that Friday, the day of one of my oncology appointments in the morning.  I was supposed to have lunch with our group and another manager when I got in but as it turned out, they changed it to morning due to the majority of people showing up for Lorna.  When my manager told me that I'd be missing breakfast, she wouldn't look me in the eye.  She said maybe someone will bring you something back.

Sigh.  How ironic.  It wasn't about missing a breakfast.  It was the importance they were placing on one person who caused a lot of problems for people.  Lorna fought with one of the attorneys who left.  She couldn't get along with a lot of people and she even got into a shouting match with Betsy.  It was more important to respect her and her time.

I cried at my oncology appointment and admitted that I was treated so poorly. I said I just don't matter to them.  I was told to take care of myself.  I'm the important one.  She was right.  After that, I stopped coming into work after my appointments.  I took the day off and took care of myself.  When I got in that day, I came in later than what I told my manager.  I actually stopped at a bookstore and also got a Starbucks.  My manager still wouldn't look me in the eye and ignored me before she went off to the wake.  She had told others that showed up that we could all go home early if we wanted. I think it was a compensation but I declined.  It was a quiet afternoon.  It was just Frick and I in the afternoon until Betsy came back with one of the paralegals.  They told us that Lorna demanded from my manager if her work was getting done.  Gracious woman, wasn't she?  

It's that type of incidents that do get to me and I know they shouldn't.  It's just spoiled brat behavior.  Some people are always going to get their way.

You just kind of wish that people would show the kind energy that they show to the divas to the world would show it to the people who are really hurting.  

I'll never understand how this all works.  Such is life.  I don't show any signs of cancer so yesterday was a good day.

I hope the good humans have a good day.   

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