Okay…I know some people hate these kinds of threads, so if you don’t want to hear me bitch, leave now.
Today has royally sucked. First off, I’m at work, and SUDDENLY my idiot client from the government wants a miracle to occur by noon tomorrow. With the way the data works, to get this done will require me to work until 10 tonight, and ALSO miss the training I was supposed to attend tomorrow morning. Which is all well and good, since that means less time I have to take as vacation for Christmas, but I was kind of hoping to get home around 6 tonight. PLUS, the lead on the project decided to skip work today because she had a fight with another co-worker. And she’s not answering voicemail. REAL professional. ARGH! I HATE THIS JOB! Which is why I’m looking for a new one…
Moving on. (YES, there’s more.) I have this friend Jeanne. She’s older than me, and has apparently taken me on as her project of the week. Which was fine for a while, but it’s moved from encouraging to annoying. She’s decided to help me get a date, and has EXTENSIVELY instructed me on how to do so. Her qualifications? She’s dated over 300 guys before marrying someone who looks like Tom Cruise. Now, I agree I need to be more outgoing, and look at guys when I talk to them. But NEVER paying for a date? Even if I ask? Um, no. Not being allowed to like sports, or discuss them? Once again, no.
So today…she and I are discussing her latest ideas. I need to improve my “self-talk.” So I need to have goals taped to my mirror than I can see when I wake up. Okay…not a problem. I send her what I had. She completely slams it. My goal weight is too heavy for my frame. Okay…since when was 165 too heavy for someone who’s 5’7"? I should be at 140, according to her. (Which I haven’t been since I was in middle school…and I’d have to STARVE to get there.) Next up…why exercise so much. And all my physical ailments that I can’t control? (Like oh, say…a thyroid disorder??? Arthritis???) Those count too. When I told her I couldn’t control them, I got the huffy “Stop that crap right now. I truly mean it…this is rather a lot of time of mine, and frankly if all you are going to do is undermine yourself with “I can’t control it, nothing I can do”, etc., then I have a lot of other and better things to be doing.” I’m sorry…I don’t believe in the power of mind over illness. I know what controls my illnesses, and I do everything I can to keep myself healthy. Aside from that, I don’t have control. I just got her version back, and I don’t know what to even say in response. I’m too tired and too stressed to have any tact left.
I’m so sick of her trying to make me over right now…and I can’t seem to tell her that. And this isn’t the first time she’s done it either. My concerns are nothing. I’m supposed to visit her in March, and right now…I no longer want to go. And this was a trip I planned months ago. But if all I’ll get is a week of this shit, why go. ARGH!!!
Anyway…I just needed to vent somewhere. Sorry to take up your time.
“Jesus Mary Joseph…you’re a biker chick!” - co-worker, upon hearing of my tattoo.