We’ve all had them. They are unavoidable. You know, those days when it feels like everything is happening at once. Friday was the heaviest, but it has continued through today and I hope it has ended — at least for a while. I was sick Thursday night and that kept me running to the bathroom so often I was considering making my bed up in the tub. Since I was up so often I read off an on and it was after 5:00 a.m. when I finally completely dropped off. I know there was some dozing before that.
Thursday began with the ranting of Rocky. He is feeling so put out by the residents who knock on his door whenever they need anything instead of going through channels. They are expected to call in their requests so the office can track them. He was so angry with a couple of residents that he changed his personal phone number and doesn’t want anyone calling him. He is monitoring his personal calls and not taking any from residents and he is not answering his door. Chas is the worst. He calls him at least twice a day about every little thing, even the rumors he hears.
He no sooner left before some residents were thinking it was time to set up a pool to guess his potential departure. We all know the job sucks, but he makes it worse. He was so pleased to get the job and said loud and often that he just wanted to help seniors, but that passion has gone. He hates (maybe too strong — dislikes many of our wonderful people).
The debate was back on about how we are going to pay our rent. I have no idea why a few people are so worked up about this. It comes up every few days and is brought up by the same people. There is no way we will get to August without clear instructions. No business forgets to collect their money due. But that discussion went on for 40 minutes or so. I have tried to shut that down so often I just let them go on and read the paper while they debated the subject.
I took Maria to get her medication and had some errands to run while we were in the area. I haven’t hung out with her in quite awhile. I don’t know why I offered on Friday. It will never happen again. I asked if she wanted to come. She certainly did. I got some cash from the bank, no problem. I needed ink for my computer. She went to the store next door. When she got in my van she took my bag, looked for the receipt and berated me for the cost of the ink like I could change that. I came close to throwing her out on her ear.
Next we went to Target. I had a small gift certificate and I had a certain jar opener I wanted to buy. I need help with some jars. She said she had to get some things herself. Rather than doing her thing she followed me. I was ahead of her and didn’t notice until she called to me that I was going the wrong way. So I pointed to the Kitchen Wares sign in front of me and asked what that was, then told her that because of the expansion in the food department, may things have been moved around. When we got to the gadgets she crowded in front of me making it hard to see. I swept along the shelving and announced they did not have it. She wanted to keep looking. She would not stop. I called for assistance to convince her they didn’t have it. She argued with the sales clerk until I just walked away.
I also wanted to go to Barnes and Noble across the street. I barely walked in and immediately felt ill. She went to the store next door. I went back to my van to read my book. When she came back, she had bought a jar opener like I wanted. I should have been happy, but instead I was annoyed. I managed to keep that feeling to myself. I would have been less upset if it were a gift. It wasn’t. Fork over the money! I hate lime green.
She hounded me about what was wrong and at that point I didn’t know. She wanted to play doctor, but I was not taking my clothes off (a little joke).
I went home and progressively got worse. I lay down and slept. After I ate supper the runs began and went all night. There were times I would just get up, leave the bathroom and need to return immediately. I was exhausted and my rear end was raw. Yeah. I also thought that was funny. Ha, ha.
I was not hungry for breakfast so just watched some news and fell asleep in my chair. When I woke up I went to bed. I felt better about 4:00 so went to the puzzle room to see who was there. Gale was hot to trot because of her cable bill. Did you get this letter from Wave? I don’t know. Haven’t picked up my mail yet. They are dropping seven stations but not the price (who’s surprised). I could not understand, as it seemed like we had the same coverage. I was paying a couple dollars less and had the digital box she did not. My bill should have been higher — I thought. It was the old deflation of the American language trick. Bump in a new meaning to an old world and reduce the value. I don’t know if any remember the first cup size change at fast food places. Small medium and large became medium, large and extra-large with no change in cup size. Very tricky! However, the plan has worked. We now by 64 oz. Big Gulps and drink it ourselves. When I was a kid (don’t you love it when old people start with that phrase) pop (soda) came in 6 oz. bottles. I was satisfied. Maybe that was because of lack of choice.
Tomorrow I will write about the big issue from Friday night. The cops were here at 4:00 a.m. with their lights flashing.
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