A shining moment of common sense!
I just had a moment of incredible relief:
My twin’s wife (how weird is it to say that!? I’m going to have to get used to it!) just called me - I had called her on Friday night regarding some pottery she wanted painted, which I won’t have a chance to finish/bring with me when I go home this week.
She messaged me on FB telling me she’d call me later. It’s 10:20, and she called me this morning. I give a hushed, “Hi, Ruth!”
She asked me if she woke me up. Lol, if only! I told her I was at work, and you know what she says? “Oh? Can we talk later, then?”
Omg, I about hit the floor. What a novel thought, not chitchatting whilst earning money, which almost always gets me a look of distain from my boss and a comment about how I “talk to my family too much,” (which is a topic for another time).
I told her I get off after six, and would that be ok? She said sure. Omg!
Now, some of you might be wondering why this is a BFD. It’s a BFD because SIL #2 calls me almost daily, refuses to use my direct line, harasses the staff here, and then asks me if I “have a minute.” I’m a shit liar, so I always say I do, because I often have a minute or two. This turns into a twenty-minute conversation about what Allie is doing, or what Brother #2 is up to, or something mundane that could wait until I am wasting my time, not my college’s.
I have mentioned, numerous times, that I’m under a lot of pressure here, and have crap to get done, however, these comments go in one ear and out the other.
I guess I’m just amazed that SIL #5 listened to what I have to say, and from now on, she’ll realize I have a 9-5 just like most of the rest of the world. (The Twin works graveyard, three days on, four off, etc.) I love her. My heart is now warm for this new SIL that before was just mildly enthusiastic. I’m going to have to give her a huge hug when I see her Thursday. =)
My twin’s wife (how weird is it to say that!? I’m going to have to get used to it!) just called me - I had called her on Friday night regarding some pottery she wanted painted, which I won’t have a chance to finish/bring with me when I go home this week.
She messaged me on FB telling me she’d call me later. It’s 10:20, and she called me this morning. I give a hushed, “Hi, Ruth!”
She asked me if she woke me up. Lol, if only! I told her I was at work, and you know what she says? “Oh? Can we talk later, then?”
Omg, I about hit the floor. What a novel thought, not chitchatting whilst earning money, which almost always gets me a look of distain from my boss and a comment about how I “talk to my family too much,” (which is a topic for another time).
I told her I get off after six, and would that be ok? She said sure. Omg!
Now, some of you might be wondering why this is a BFD. It’s a BFD because SIL #2 calls me almost daily, refuses to use my direct line, harasses the staff here, and then asks me if I “have a minute.” I’m a shit liar, so I always say I do, because I often have a minute or two. This turns into a twenty-minute conversation about what Allie is doing, or what Brother #2 is up to, or something mundane that could wait until I am wasting my time, not my college’s.
I have mentioned, numerous times, that I’m under a lot of pressure here, and have crap to get done, however, these comments go in one ear and out the other.
I guess I’m just amazed that SIL #5 listened to what I have to say, and from now on, she’ll realize I have a 9-5 just like most of the rest of the world. (The Twin works graveyard, three days on, four off, etc.) I love her. My heart is now warm for this new SIL that before was just mildly enthusiastic. I’m going to have to give her a huge hug when I see her Thursday. =)