Sundays were made for
not only Spastic Colon, a reference you will understand if you go look at Hallmark's Hoops & Yoyo e-cards, but also, evidently for meltdowns.
I had an appalling night Friday night on top of a frustrating week before and we won't get into all the b.s. from this past year. Friday night was just AWFUL at the dance studio. They were setting up during our class for a burlesque almost two hours after our class and, while the guys who were setting up were quiet and respectful, the directors of the upcoming show...not so much. Talking in regular speaking voice while we are trying to teach over moving equipment and shoppers in the back...walking around like we are in THEIR way...So yeah, that was pees off number one.
Pees off number two happened when in front of my class, the studio owners, these directors of this other dance company, people shopping, and these guys setting up, a student decides to berate me because she has hurt feelings blahblahblah. She raised her voice, so I started getting mad and raising my voice, and now I'm embarrassed not only because of how she treated me in front of all these people, but also how I let her get to me. It worked itself out for the moment, but there will still be some "um...check yourself" coming up. I also have an "um...check yourself" conversation to be had at work coming up. Note, I am not afraid of conflict, but I don't enjoy it and right now, I don't want to face ANYTHING. But I digress.
Back to the studio. Some guy who was evidently there for the burlesque show mistook my class for part of that and started saying really nasty things to one of my students. Of course I didn't know until after he was gone but I was all...hello is it a full moon?
Then I call my cousin who called me needing to talk and find out it really is only a matter of time before my Minimaw is going to make her transition, as it were. That's upsetting, but it adds heavily to the upset that I wasn't there when my lama needed me. I love my lama.
I still woke up the next morning pissed off/upset/off-kilter about all this. I held it in and pushed it down,though, because I was so delighted to see Dann and Leo and to hang out with them. Then I was happy to hang out with my friends and (after months and months of pretty much not drinking at all) have (5) 7 & Sevens within 4 hours. All those sevens were for you Dann. Except that they were for me.
So today, though I had no hangover (thank IGGY) I was tired, so tired, and finally the proverbial straw broke the proverbial camel's proverbial back and Heather went into It's-Just-My-19th-Nervous-Breakdown mode.
Brad was, as always, a sweetheart and a love and held me and rubbed my head and talked to me. So I'm better now and going shoe shopping.
If shoes can't make it better, can't nothing make it better.
I had an appalling night Friday night on top of a frustrating week before and we won't get into all the b.s. from this past year. Friday night was just AWFUL at the dance studio. They were setting up during our class for a burlesque almost two hours after our class and, while the guys who were setting up were quiet and respectful, the directors of the upcoming show...not so much. Talking in regular speaking voice while we are trying to teach over moving equipment and shoppers in the back...walking around like we are in THEIR way...So yeah, that was pees off number one.
Pees off number two happened when in front of my class, the studio owners, these directors of this other dance company, people shopping, and these guys setting up, a student decides to berate me because she has hurt feelings blahblahblah. She raised her voice, so I started getting mad and raising my voice, and now I'm embarrassed not only because of how she treated me in front of all these people, but also how I let her get to me. It worked itself out for the moment, but there will still be some "um...check yourself" coming up. I also have an "um...check yourself" conversation to be had at work coming up. Note, I am not afraid of conflict, but I don't enjoy it and right now, I don't want to face ANYTHING. But I digress.
Back to the studio. Some guy who was evidently there for the burlesque show mistook my class for part of that and started saying really nasty things to one of my students. Of course I didn't know until after he was gone but I was all...hello is it a full moon?
Then I call my cousin who called me needing to talk and find out it really is only a matter of time before my Minimaw is going to make her transition, as it were. That's upsetting, but it adds heavily to the upset that I wasn't there when my lama needed me. I love my lama.
I still woke up the next morning pissed off/upset/off-kilter about all this. I held it in and pushed it down,though, because I was so delighted to see Dann and Leo and to hang out with them. Then I was happy to hang out with my friends and (after months and months of pretty much not drinking at all) have (5) 7 & Sevens within 4 hours. All those sevens were for you Dann. Except that they were for me.
So today, though I had no hangover (thank IGGY) I was tired, so tired, and finally the proverbial straw broke the proverbial camel's proverbial back and Heather went into It's-Just-My-19th-Nervous-Breakdown mode.
Brad was, as always, a sweetheart and a love and held me and rubbed my head and talked to me. So I'm better now and going shoe shopping.
If shoes can't make it better, can't nothing make it better.