Am I that rude?
There is this girl at work, who can't be more than 23 years old, if that..... and she is so freakin' rude and mean to people. I honestly don't understand how she manages to keep her job here. I asked her a simple question today and she looks at me like I am stupid and smarts off that "I just got here", as if I am suppose to know what her work schedule is. I was pissed and tried to blow it off, but she's a bitch. I guess she is very discrimitory and negative with everyone. What I can't help but wonder is if she has a personality disorder, and if she does....do I act like that to other people? Man I hope not. I hate the idea of being that rude to other people. I know that I have moments when I am short with people, and if I think that I have been rude, I will apologize and state that I didn't mean to be rude with them. I try to be very concious of these things because I don't like to hurt other people for no reason.... I don't like to hurt others for any reason.
Mom called me this morning to let me know she is going to Eaton for the weekend and I hate that. I only get to see her on the weekend, so now I won't get to see her till next weekend. I have no one to spend any time with this weekend, except my brother and his family, and that bothers me. I don't like hanging out with them because they are very judgemental and when I tell them about things they always look at me like I am dumb. I did offer to go pick up the boys and take them to McDonald's Saturday evening for dinner. It gives me some time with them, which I love. Being with the boys makes me happy because I feel needed. It's the best when Anthony reaches out to me, for my hand, and then has me go with him somewhere. He doesn't talk much yet, so his actions speak such volumes to me. I can't wait to have kids of my own.
Mom called me this morning to let me know she is going to Eaton for the weekend and I hate that. I only get to see her on the weekend, so now I won't get to see her till next weekend. I have no one to spend any time with this weekend, except my brother and his family, and that bothers me. I don't like hanging out with them because they are very judgemental and when I tell them about things they always look at me like I am dumb. I did offer to go pick up the boys and take them to McDonald's Saturday evening for dinner. It gives me some time with them, which I love. Being with the boys makes me happy because I feel needed. It's the best when Anthony reaches out to me, for my hand, and then has me go with him somewhere. He doesn't talk much yet, so his actions speak such volumes to me. I can't wait to have kids of my own.