dear rager
there's a russian woman that i work for named olgie. she lives just up the street. she has a very old dog that takes 50 minutes to walk around the block, and occassionally i walk him. and, she's friends with mrs. thompson.
now that last statement may not mean much to others, but it means the world to me. because for that sole connection, i can pretty much conclude that olgie is crazy. and she is.
for some reason, though, i love crazy people. i find them entertaining and humourous. no matter how ridiculous they are, i find some way to embrace their odd nature and let it amuse me.
lately, however, olgie is pissing me off. she calls me at super early hours. usually this isn't a problem, as i'm up, but when she does it at 7 am on a saturday, the ONLY day i could sleep in, i want to punch her. she cancels quite frequently. this single act has me wanting to kill her. today, at 8 am, 45 minutes before I'm to go to her place, she cancelled again. this is the fourth time. she goes from wanting me twice a month to once a month to every week. i plan things around her, such as my sleeping cycle, only to have it altered in moments. i am mad.
so, even though she cancelled on me today, i'm going to her house. not to work, but to sit down and explain to her how much she impacts me. i'm hopeful something positive will come out of this.
backtracking some, i have to go back to the holidays and explain how wonderfully perfect they were considering it was my first Christmas not going home. ethan and i went to church and then came home to a feast of shrimp, sauteed mushrooms, asparagus, mashed potatoes, stuffing, crackers and cheese, fruit, ice cream, and wine. we roasted marshmallows in a fire i built, and watched cruel intentions. the next morning, we opened presents (most of mine were from clients that i'd saved all week, and i pretty much love them so much) and i had so many wonderful phone calls from friends to keep my spirits up. afterwards, i went to alexa's house for a family meal, fell asleep during the christmas story, and came home and burnt cookies (i still have no clue how i fucked them up). then i was alone and about to get down and play the guitar when suzie sunshine came home and chatted with me. she saved the day! as far as my family goes, i got to spend a night with my brother and his wife and that was really nice. my extended family still gave me presents (which i really don't care about the presents, but it nice to know they don't hate me), and my parents sent mine back saying if i want to get my presents/have them open theirs, i need to go spend time with them. i still have not spoken with them. later in the evening that i spent with dave and allison, i got to get artsy with high school friends. YES! now i have an awesome new room and really fun memories.
the rest of the week a few clients gave me vacation (paid by one!) and then it was off to pittsburgh with christy and amanda for new years. the weekend consisted of giant boxes on highways, line dancing in convenience stores, crushes on sisters, goodwill gold finds, wonderfully home-cooked meals, strangers with candy, wet underwear contests, beautiful eyes, being mistaken as a bartender, freezing with 2 gay boys, and 2 bottles of wine. it was a much needed vacation and a great way to ring in the new year.
i'm not going to go into much detail, but therapy is really quite more rewarding than i expected. if you ask me about it, i'll likely share. otherwise, just know that i'm really pleased with where i'm headed.
with a new perspective in hand, the stressors don't seem as intimidating.
now that last statement may not mean much to others, but it means the world to me. because for that sole connection, i can pretty much conclude that olgie is crazy. and she is.
for some reason, though, i love crazy people. i find them entertaining and humourous. no matter how ridiculous they are, i find some way to embrace their odd nature and let it amuse me.
lately, however, olgie is pissing me off. she calls me at super early hours. usually this isn't a problem, as i'm up, but when she does it at 7 am on a saturday, the ONLY day i could sleep in, i want to punch her. she cancels quite frequently. this single act has me wanting to kill her. today, at 8 am, 45 minutes before I'm to go to her place, she cancelled again. this is the fourth time. she goes from wanting me twice a month to once a month to every week. i plan things around her, such as my sleeping cycle, only to have it altered in moments. i am mad.
so, even though she cancelled on me today, i'm going to her house. not to work, but to sit down and explain to her how much she impacts me. i'm hopeful something positive will come out of this.
backtracking some, i have to go back to the holidays and explain how wonderfully perfect they were considering it was my first Christmas not going home. ethan and i went to church and then came home to a feast of shrimp, sauteed mushrooms, asparagus, mashed potatoes, stuffing, crackers and cheese, fruit, ice cream, and wine. we roasted marshmallows in a fire i built, and watched cruel intentions. the next morning, we opened presents (most of mine were from clients that i'd saved all week, and i pretty much love them so much) and i had so many wonderful phone calls from friends to keep my spirits up. afterwards, i went to alexa's house for a family meal, fell asleep during the christmas story, and came home and burnt cookies (i still have no clue how i fucked them up). then i was alone and about to get down and play the guitar when suzie sunshine came home and chatted with me. she saved the day! as far as my family goes, i got to spend a night with my brother and his wife and that was really nice. my extended family still gave me presents (which i really don't care about the presents, but it nice to know they don't hate me), and my parents sent mine back saying if i want to get my presents/have them open theirs, i need to go spend time with them. i still have not spoken with them. later in the evening that i spent with dave and allison, i got to get artsy with high school friends. YES! now i have an awesome new room and really fun memories.
the rest of the week a few clients gave me vacation (paid by one!) and then it was off to pittsburgh with christy and amanda for new years. the weekend consisted of giant boxes on highways, line dancing in convenience stores, crushes on sisters, goodwill gold finds, wonderfully home-cooked meals, strangers with candy, wet underwear contests, beautiful eyes, being mistaken as a bartender, freezing with 2 gay boys, and 2 bottles of wine. it was a much needed vacation and a great way to ring in the new year.
i'm not going to go into much detail, but therapy is really quite more rewarding than i expected. if you ask me about it, i'll likely share. otherwise, just know that i'm really pleased with where i'm headed.
with a new perspective in hand, the stressors don't seem as intimidating.