Is it just me?
Jun. 19th, 2009 01:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lexxiescottI've got a long rant to get out of my system. And this is after I talked to Ro on the phone about it too. Yeah, that's how angry I am right now. But I'll be nice and put it behind a cut so it doesn't take up a lot of space. *grins*
Okay, so my friend Molly (the one getting married) after dragging me to Spokane to go shopping for the dress for the wedding didn't call or even bother to TALK to me for five weeks. The only reason I know the exact amount of time is because I was looking for something on my journal and ran across the "I found a dress" entry. The thing to know is that Molly has CP and, although she's fully capable of working, doesn't. Both she and her partner live off of social security/medicare/state aid and the like. This has long pissed me off because I have days when I'm too sick to even think about getting out of bed and yet not only do I hold down a full time job, I write and am trying to get through school a second time. So, basically, not a lot in common with Molly any more, other than we've known each other for 18 years.
I took the time, when we were at school, to learn about her condition and what she can and can't do and I've always been considerate without being stupid about it. I walk slower, which is saying something some days, when we're together and the like. I've recently found out that she knows next to nothing about fibro and doesn't seem to care either. That really hurt. I mean, really, not knowing that heat makes me sick? How many times during school did I have to avoid the sun on hot days? (Ro would say "more than two")
Anyway, my phone rings today - waking me up I might point out - with her ring tone. I ignored it and tried to go back to sleep, which I managed. And I just knew that the message she left would piss me off. It did. The wedding is on Sunday. Apparently Molly expected me to either take THREE days off from work (so not happening with the mess going on over there right now) or wake up after working the NIGHT shift to come to all her parties and cook-outs and the like. Not to mention the ceremony itself. They scheduled the rehersal at a time when there is no chance in hell I'd be able to make it because of work, so that means that I'm more or less out of the whole thing anyway.
Weather wise, that's a good thing because I've been sick a lot the past couple of weeks with the wild temperature swings we've been having. But I just know that she's going to be mad about me not showing up. I look at it like this - because she doesn't have a job or a life away from her apartment and fiance, she expects everyone else to be the same. And she's either not caring or not thinking about others who have to work or sleep to be able to go to work. *points to new icon* I just don't know what I'm going to do. And I have a nasty feeling I forgot her birthday too.
Well, maybe some things have to come to an end. I'll post on Sunday and let you all know what happened next. Just once I'd like a day with no drama, no work problems (my day-shift person hit a deer going home and called me from the emergency room. She's okay, as far as I know); just a nice, quiet day where I can write, learn Japanese - my new goal - or read. Just once. *headdesk*
Okay, so my friend Molly (the one getting married) after dragging me to Spokane to go shopping for the dress for the wedding didn't call or even bother to TALK to me for five weeks. The only reason I know the exact amount of time is because I was looking for something on my journal and ran across the "I found a dress" entry. The thing to know is that Molly has CP and, although she's fully capable of working, doesn't. Both she and her partner live off of social security/medicare/state aid and the like. This has long pissed me off because I have days when I'm too sick to even think about getting out of bed and yet not only do I hold down a full time job, I write and am trying to get through school a second time. So, basically, not a lot in common with Molly any more, other than we've known each other for 18 years.
I took the time, when we were at school, to learn about her condition and what she can and can't do and I've always been considerate without being stupid about it. I walk slower, which is saying something some days, when we're together and the like. I've recently found out that she knows next to nothing about fibro and doesn't seem to care either. That really hurt. I mean, really, not knowing that heat makes me sick? How many times during school did I have to avoid the sun on hot days? (Ro would say "more than two")
Anyway, my phone rings today - waking me up I might point out - with her ring tone. I ignored it and tried to go back to sleep, which I managed. And I just knew that the message she left would piss me off. It did. The wedding is on Sunday. Apparently Molly expected me to either take THREE days off from work (so not happening with the mess going on over there right now) or wake up after working the NIGHT shift to come to all her parties and cook-outs and the like. Not to mention the ceremony itself. They scheduled the rehersal at a time when there is no chance in hell I'd be able to make it because of work, so that means that I'm more or less out of the whole thing anyway.
Weather wise, that's a good thing because I've been sick a lot the past couple of weeks with the wild temperature swings we've been having. But I just know that she's going to be mad about me not showing up. I look at it like this - because she doesn't have a job or a life away from her apartment and fiance, she expects everyone else to be the same. And she's either not caring or not thinking about others who have to work or sleep to be able to go to work. *points to new icon* I just don't know what I'm going to do. And I have a nasty feeling I forgot her birthday too.
Well, maybe some things have to come to an end. I'll post on Sunday and let you all know what happened next. Just once I'd like a day with no drama, no work problems (my day-shift person hit a deer going home and called me from the emergency room. She's okay, as far as I know); just a nice, quiet day where I can write, learn Japanese - my new goal - or read. Just once. *headdesk*
