That's Not What I said

 Ever tell someone something and they miss the point completely?  I get that a lot.

I thought well, maybe I can cut down on my anxiety meds with the lurker gone.  If I said that to anyone jokingly, it would be do you need help?

When I did speak up the last time about the lurker, the point of what I had to say was completely lost on this person.  The lurker was abandoning my tasks, closing them out and basically interfering.  I've already banged the warning drum on how this person is not trustworthy.  I said When does this end?  I said it's been a lot for me this past month being sick, my mom getting hospitalized over the Easter holiday and it's been chaotic for me personally.  I said can she just leave people alone and not harass them?  Life is hard enough.

You know what I got in response?  You know, if you need family leave to take care of your mom, we have family leave.

THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!  

My mom was reading a book as this is being said to me.  She was probably swearing at the TV about Trump but she had the TV muted.  I never said anything about me being stressed about my mom's health.  I mentioned being sick with a sinus infection that took some time to get over.  I have had this happen over and over again.  I feel like I have to scream LISTEN TO ME! YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!!!

I didn't need time off for my mom. I knew she was going to be fine when I left the night she got admitted.  It was just observation because of her age.  She's not the one causing me stress.

I had so much stress with the lurker and this person didn't seem to get it.  Well this person who didn't get it will also be out of my life shortly.  Hopefully.  

It's not just this person but others when I talk.  I get the point of what I'm trying to say totally twisted.  Sadly, I mentioned this to other people who said the same thing.  You know you could go for family leave with your mom and all.

I WASN'T LOOKING FOR FAMILY LEAVE!!!  AUGH!!!  

April was a tough month for me.  That's what I was trying to say and it didn't help when someone is trying to add stress to my job every day and make me feel like I can't trust someone.  What am I going to take family leave for?  She's fine and she's on the phone with my cousin right now.   Bad enough I feel invisible every day but it sucks worse when I don't feel like people are listening to me.

Ok, off my soapbox for the night.  I don't have to worry about anyone hearing this because well, nobody listens . . . 

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