I hope she’s not expecting Nancy to be heartbroken.
It sounds like “crisis queen” nails it. Time for a little tough love - tell her to quit feeling sorry for herself and get a little perspective.
That is SO totally my type! Amazingly hot and sexy. I love the Bettie bangs and retro glasses! Mmmm…
I’ll help people move and I’ll help them pack. However, I am not the hired help. I’m a friend doing them a favor. I don’t expect them to bend over backwards with profuse thanks or anything–but neither do I expect to be criticised and dictated to. And, yes, pizza and beer is part of the package!
Most of my friends moves have gone well. Those who are clueless about packing are calmly and subtly redirected away from breakable things and towards things like clothing and towels. That is, except when we move my friend “M.” M somehow gets it into his head that he is sargeant in charge of a major operation when we help him move. M runs around doing not a damn thing except barking out orders to his troops. M is a leader who would get fragged in a real operation with live rounds.
In his last move, M began criticising us because the entertainment center we set down wasn’t centered properly or flush with the wall. Not that M had picked up a damn thing all day–he was busy supervising don’t you know. He couldn’t just let it go. He had to go on and on about how we obviously didn’t know what we were doing. We tried to explain that we had only set it down to get a better grip because it was heavy (which he would have known had he made an attempt to lift it–but there were those supervising duties), and it was either set it down to get a better grip or drop it. But he started going on about how he had to get the truck back by a certain time and we just weren’t “hustling.”
M was very distressed when we put all the rest of his stuff in the middle of his living room and left.
She does it because people react to it, and the reactions allow her to feel more important. Being a drama queen is empowers her to feel more important than she’s afraid she truly is. It revolves around self esteem, and worrying about what other people think. And ultimately, it’s not very healthy from a psychological point of view.
But be aware of something… you can’t change other people. Drama queens exist in both genders, and it’s because some people ENJOY the manipulative power which stems from “playing the poor me victim”. As I said, you can’t fix these people. They have to learn to change themselves the hard way. My advice to anyone involved with a drama queen is avoid, avoid, avoid…
Fuck dude… have you not heard ANYTHING about this bird’s character? All the “poor me I’m a victim” crap personna?
The only thing more fruitless than trying to change other people is trying to rescue other people. That’s just a world of angst waiting to happen.
Me too. Priceless. Kind of like, “Next time I want to dispose of a body, I’m not inviting you!” Well, great!
Big Bad Voodoo Lou: I’d link you a pic, but I just want to vent about her, not make a public spectacle out of her. But she’s wearing her clubbing clothes, leaning against a doorway jamb, and wearing blood red lipstick. rawrrrr…
Boo Boo Foo: Yes, she is insecure. A lot of her LJ posts obsess about insecurities she has, like weight gain, dealing with clients, type of makeup to wear, ordering clothes online and not getting them quick enough, etc. She’s always looking for somebody to coddle her and tell her “There there, everything will be all right” and then she’s all good and gravy again. But, she’s a lot of fun otherwise, and work would definitely be less interesting without her.
Knowed Out, how dare you be reasonable and logical in your own pit thread!! You’re saying that she’s just like the rest of us, with flaws and personality disorders just like a normal human being?
Well, except for me, of course. I don’t have any flaws or personality disorders. 
I just want to say that the last time I moved I had hot coffee, juice and bagels in the morning when my friends arrived and beer and pizza in the afternoon when we were finished and every single thing was packed except the clothes hanging in my closet.
And out of the 8 people who helped me move 7 were hung over from the night before. That’s what I call real friends.
Sigh…she just came up to me and bitched about Nancy again…I told her, “Yeah, maybe you should have packed all the important stuff before we arrived.” She said she had too many other things to do, then went on to rail about the mess her fiance’s grandmother left in the oven.
Wow, it must be tough being a constant victim like that. D’ya figure she thinks the whole world is conspiring to make things tough for her, or just that she never gets any breaks? (And I suspect she has gotten tons of breaks in her life, and not been grateful for any of them. You can’t be grateful and be a victim at the same time. You know, I’m not really liking this girl much.)
NOOZ FLASH! SHE FOUND THE CELL PHONE CHARGER! IT WAS IN THE BOX OF PAPER WADDING SHE LEFT FOR you guessed it NANCY!
What’s the old saying… Friends help you move. Real friends help you move dead bodies?
Last time I helped someone move it was on New Year’s Eve and when we arrived she had taken the opportunity to oil down all her furniture.
Fuck. Me. Running.
“Inviting”?!
And I knew the cell-phone charger would turn up.
:smack: Sorry, didn’t realize other people had commented on the use of “inviting”.
Repititious posting fears usually don’t affect Dopers.
Is this some sort of slang? What is “oiling down furniture?”
Rubbing some kind of wood treatment/cleaning oil on it. She probably thought it was a good chance to thoroughly clean all the furniture, without thinking it was going to make it harder than hell for the movers to get a grip.
Sounds difficult and dangerous. I’ll pass.