Tuesday

 Something today just really bothered me.  

First of all MY job was fine no problems there I worked my butt off all day like I do and the boss on duty did notice (she was part of my tongue lashing yesterday).  

There is a woman at work who looks somewhat like me.  She is shorter than me, heavier,but also white, middle aged, graying brown hair and glasses.  People sometimes call me by her name.  

She likes to talk about her 2 adult kids and the dog.  The boy is in his 20's, autistic, "Bipolar, AND manic-depressive and the manic-depressive is worse" (ignorant it is the same thing), doesn't take medication except they force feed him an anxiety pill when he has a meltdown which is often, came to the store one day and trashed it because his mother wouldn't leave early.  She did leave early, took him home, and 3 days later she and her husband bought him an X box "Because we were planning it anyway".  When I asked the disingenous question "Isn't that rewarding bad behavior?" she got angry at me and didn't speak to me for a while.  

Her dog is no better runs wild chews everything urine and feces all over the rental house.  She likes to talk about the dog's bowel accidents while I am eating and I have to shut her up.  

And the daughter is also mid 20's "Gets a lot of migraines" (note that).  I asked if she had seen a specialist as the mother has a generous health insurance plan. "Oh no she doesn't want to"  I asked if she kept a food log "A what?" and I explained it. "Oh no she won't do that". 

The operator was in the breakroom today saying the husband had called several times demanding the mother leave work early because the daughter had another migraine.  The girl is in her 20's. She is not disabled.  She won't see a doctor. I don't feel sorry for her.  

But the mother was nowhere to be found she had left early for "some" reason, not to see the daughter.  So I imagine there will be a big blowup at her house tonight as the operator said she was not answering her cell per the husband. 

I hate it when people bring drama like that to work.  I am there to work not to be a participant in your DRAMA. 

Speaking of drama I felt terrible for the teller at the bank. She was able to see me right away but it was bad news. 

But maybe the check was meant to be encouragement only.  I don't know. I am not mad or upset. 

On the way home I gave a bag of candy to a nice young lady. She said she had heard about me from (another one of my recipients) and had wanted to ask but was shy.  Then she ate a lollipop and got on the same bus I did.  

There was a creepy young man on my first bus.  He was wearing $400 sneakers, dirty khakis and a dirty white t shirt.  He kept staring at me and trying to get my attention, yawning loudly, waving his arms around, clearing his throat, typical narcissistic stuff I remember with Ron. I did not bite but he kept staring. I got off before he did and he did not follow me thank God. But I need to bring my knife.  I just got a bad hit off him.  Call it gut instinct.  Holy Spirit.  I don't know but something sent up a red flag.  And when I got off the bus at my home stop I made CERTAIN I was alone before I walked home. I should have prayed I am ashamed to admit I did not. 

That was about it.