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scottishlassI don't know what I did in my past life to deserve this. I mean here I am ... minding my own business and all of a sudden all hell breaks loose with me right smack in the middle.
First I had the client from hell, I told you this writer couldn't write worth his life and it is true, I had to reword every darn sentence in his script ... and I'm no glowing light either in German :-( Then two of my maintenance accounts broke away and I have to replace these clients to keep my stable monthly income. Then three meetings with two different small companies led to three days out of town with with no Olly, no internet access and certainly no contract.
To top it all off, I had to deal with my parents but especially with phone calls from my stepfather about how awful/disreputable/abominable my husband is. Other folks get evil mother-in-laws, His Hubbiness gets an evil father-in-law. :-( I'm an emotional wreck, because my stepfather doesn't tell his opinion to Olly's face but to my ears and I think I'm loosing it when I hear my mother-in-law phones me and greets me with "Hello my sweet" and I get all teary-eyed (man, I love Olly's parents - they are so warm and sane).
Then after long sermons of "Your husband is a worthless shit" (well he is not, thank you very much!) and other such bull while I wish pestilence and other such illnesses on my stepfather's head, my mother phoned me on Friday night to tell me that my stepfather is at the hospital. The Roman Catholic upbringing kicks in again: Instant guilt-complex !!! What she fails to tell on the first phone call (very teary eyed) is that my stepfather went to a DIY shop and tried out some saw or something or other and cut off his left thumb and half of his index finger. And here I thought I had somehow made him ill with my bad, bad thoughts. SIGH!
My mother refuses adamantly to drop her off at the hospital and gets a taxi instead (yeah right!) and I get into an argument with my stepfather over the fact that he should sue either the venue or the company who did the presentation of their product. Obviously the safety procedures were non-existant. But no, he won't have it. Just because there was no safe guard for the hand on that saw he can't just sue, it doesn't feel right. (throws up hands in the air!)
The only reason why I didn't sue when I cut the top of my left middle finger off while restoring old furniture was because it happened in my stepfather's workshop and I was still too young and naive. Oh well now my stepfather can claim he is a real carpenter & cabinet maker ... most of them sport a missing digit or two just because we seem so careless around saws (Yeah right - though I have to admit, beside me, my stepbrother (carpenter & cabinet maker), his best friend (carpenter & cabinet maker) and his sister(carpenter & cabinet maker), we all miss a thumb, middle or index finger ... or parts thereof)
And of course I'm the reason why my stepfather hurt himself, because he was distracted thinking about the miserable bastard I had to hook up with (stepfather's words, not mine).
Someone please shoot me! No wonder I'm paranoid, psychotic and mostly socially inept (in some cases) when I see what nutcases my parents are.
what decade does your personality live in?
quiz brought to you by lady interference, ltd
First I had the client from hell, I told you this writer couldn't write worth his life and it is true, I had to reword every darn sentence in his script ... and I'm no glowing light either in German :-( Then two of my maintenance accounts broke away and I have to replace these clients to keep my stable monthly income. Then three meetings with two different small companies led to three days out of town with with no Olly, no internet access and certainly no contract.
To top it all off, I had to deal with my parents but especially with phone calls from my stepfather about how awful/disreputable/abominable my husband is. Other folks get evil mother-in-laws, His Hubbiness gets an evil father-in-law. :-( I'm an emotional wreck, because my stepfather doesn't tell his opinion to Olly's face but to my ears and I think I'm loosing it when I hear my mother-in-law phones me and greets me with "Hello my sweet" and I get all teary-eyed (man, I love Olly's parents - they are so warm and sane).
Then after long sermons of "Your husband is a worthless shit" (well he is not, thank you very much!) and other such bull while I wish pestilence and other such illnesses on my stepfather's head, my mother phoned me on Friday night to tell me that my stepfather is at the hospital. The Roman Catholic upbringing kicks in again: Instant guilt-complex !!! What she fails to tell on the first phone call (very teary eyed) is that my stepfather went to a DIY shop and tried out some saw or something or other and cut off his left thumb and half of his index finger. And here I thought I had somehow made him ill with my bad, bad thoughts. SIGH!
My mother refuses adamantly to drop her off at the hospital and gets a taxi instead (yeah right!) and I get into an argument with my stepfather over the fact that he should sue either the venue or the company who did the presentation of their product. Obviously the safety procedures were non-existant. But no, he won't have it. Just because there was no safe guard for the hand on that saw he can't just sue, it doesn't feel right. (throws up hands in the air!)
The only reason why I didn't sue when I cut the top of my left middle finger off while restoring old furniture was because it happened in my stepfather's workshop and I was still too young and naive. Oh well now my stepfather can claim he is a real carpenter & cabinet maker ... most of them sport a missing digit or two just because we seem so careless around saws (Yeah right - though I have to admit, beside me, my stepbrother (carpenter & cabinet maker), his best friend (carpenter & cabinet maker) and his sister(carpenter & cabinet maker), we all miss a thumb, middle or index finger ... or parts thereof)
And of course I'm the reason why my stepfather hurt himself, because he was distracted thinking about the miserable bastard I had to hook up with (stepfather's words, not mine).
Someone please shoot me! No wonder I'm paranoid, psychotic and mostly socially inept (in some cases) when I see what nutcases my parents are.
what decade does your personality live in?
quiz brought to you by lady interference, ltd
