Everyday, I get more and more miffed about my predicament and how I’m too much of a pacifist to do anything about it.
Today’s yolk breaking incident was the camera I placed to validate the claims others have about ‘Steven’ was moved to face me. Can you believe it? I can’t say who did it. Was it ‘Steven’? Was it the cleaning staff?
I put it in another location and if he asks me about it I’ll tell him the truth. I was given the camera by the vendor to test and I’m periodically testing it.
I know I put this upon myself. When my boss asked me to request a move, I should have but I knew there was no place for me to be moved and I was repeatedly told the situation would clear itself soon because of a reorg. I’m such a chicken when it comes to confrontation.
Add to this the fact I need to call my mother to see if the issues that she called me about yesterday afternoon were resolved. In short, my mother is complaining about the accountant I recommended to her. I generally don’t like to recommend anything or anyone to my mom since she always finds a flaw in said object or person. However, she seemed desperate so two years ago I referred her to my accountant. Ever since, I’ve heard nothing but complaints about the lack of response.
pg: Mom, it’s the weekend. There’s nothing we can do now. Call him at 10am on Monday and we’ll take it from there.
M: I just thought you might have another number or something.
pg: No, same number and when we call someone usually picks up.
M: Well the only reason I went back to him was because you told me about him.
I know people who feel confident and network their personal and professional lives. I’m not one of those people. I try to keep personal and professional separate. Heck, I try to keep personal separate.
I seldom make referrals in my personal life because of my experiences with my mother. It’s not that I don’t find a person’s work to be good, it’s that my friends or acquaintances have never been good enough for her. The disappointment is awful.
L: Don't take it personal. Everything is about drama for her. Until you realize that's the way it is with her and you stop questionning it, it's always going to nag you.
I also feel my mother gets a little too close to people she shouldn’t. An accountant is an accountant. You shouldn’t call him after hours or during holidays unless he’s your best friend from college. Dually my mother shouldn’t call him after hours or during holidays and feel she can because she’s my mother.
I think it stems from her mentality that your job is who you are and so you are on call 24/7. She treats me the same way. I’m her daughter so she can call me whenever for however long because that’s my duty. So when Lrudlrick told her to stop calling me for hour long conversations while I was working, she got insulted and it those became, my husband versus my mother.
At the same time when she calls me she talks to me as if I’m an ancillary service to her. “Well I don’t mean to bother you and waste your time. I appreciate you took the time to take my call.” “Mom, you talk to me like I’m a service to you. Is that what you think of me or are you just mad at me?”
So what was my point of this morning’s rant? Oh yes, my yolks been broken. I’m just a sunny side mess. I don’t want to be in the office, my mother is mad at me again You’d think I’d be used to it by now., my brother is miffed because of comments made that he didn’t want to hear and my husband is miffed that he’s reminded once again how our dreams of our life and a family together have been busted.
Don’t think I’m depressed or down. I’m not. I’m just having a messy yolk day and I’m sure by lunch, I’ll feel better. Every day can’t be a sunny side day, I suppose but sometimes, I wish I was the one bursting my yolk. At least I wouldn’t feel like I was just along for the ride.
By the time I was ready to publish this post, my computer suffered a crippling attack of spyware which lead to an afternoon and evening spent cleaning the crap out of my pc. On the bright side, as of 4:38pm the following afternoon, I think it's fixed.
Related tags: bad day, bad-day, relationship mother, stalker