Back to work today after a nice long weekend. Friday I left for my parents house and spent the weekend over there in NY. Monday I went to Boston with my friend Dan to meet with the grad director at BU. All in all it was a good weekend. However, I'm getting really overwhelmed with people who attempt to suck the life out of you just because they can't get over their own shortcomings. For instance, my cousin, who was also in Boston yesterday for a Red Sox game, decides to call me up and ask my friend and I if we'd like to come along with her and her friend to tour the U.S.S. Constitution. Further on in the coversation she tells me that she thought she'd ask because I "have a car and could drive us over there" (they had parked in another city and took the train in). What am I a taxi service? Not to mention the night before she text messaged me to ask if I could get her the directions to the U.S.S. Constitution and email them to her for the morning. WTF??!! Last time I checked she could have gotten online and googled the address and mapquested it herself. Apparently, I'm a walking Rand-McNally.
Next example of soul-sucking people: The woman that I was doing the photography for for her hideous grillz mouth jewelry was pissing her pants all weekend about getting the pics from me. Since I'm doing the work for her for free she really has nothing to complain about. I didn't have a chance to Photoshop any of them so I threw them on a disc and told her to look at them and then Dan and I would work on them after. Now keep in mind she MADE me take them on a shitty background of her choosing, and there was poor lighting. She tells me basically that "they are ok" but "can you take some more?" No, I don't have a life really...I don't mind wasting my time doing free work and getting criticized.
Final example of ass-hattery this weekend: My ex-husband, who was covering my runs at work, calls me up and says, "Can you look online on your phone and tell me what's going on with the [Nascar] truck race?" I told him that I was in NY and my phone was in roam so therefore I couldn't access the internet. He proceeds to say, "Well I'm missing the race so I can cover your stuff and I don't know if my tape is going to be long enough to cover the whole thing!" Excuse me, Mr. I'm-obsessed-with-Nascar, but some of us don't give two shits!
This is precisely why he is my ex-husband.
I'm so angry with these people! I don't want to sound like a bitch but I fear I may blow up at any moment.
Next example of soul-sucking people: The woman that I was doing the photography for for her hideous grillz mouth jewelry was pissing her pants all weekend about getting the pics from me. Since I'm doing the work for her for free she really has nothing to complain about. I didn't have a chance to Photoshop any of them so I threw them on a disc and told her to look at them and then Dan and I would work on them after. Now keep in mind she MADE me take them on a shitty background of her choosing, and there was poor lighting. She tells me basically that "they are ok" but "can you take some more?" No, I don't have a life really...I don't mind wasting my time doing free work and getting criticized.
Final example of ass-hattery this weekend: My ex-husband, who was covering my runs at work, calls me up and says, "Can you look online on your phone and tell me what's going on with the [Nascar] truck race?" I told him that I was in NY and my phone was in roam so therefore I couldn't access the internet. He proceeds to say, "Well I'm missing the race so I can cover your stuff and I don't know if my tape is going to be long enough to cover the whole thing!" Excuse me, Mr. I'm-obsessed-with-Nascar, but some of us don't give two shits!
This is precisely why he is my ex-husband.
I'm so angry with these people! I don't want to sound like a bitch but I fear I may blow up at any moment.
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I could fill the page with obnoxious advise but I won't. Just start saying no more often. Welcome to the talented people Hell! Our hell is to have to say no to the abusive people until your skin get thicker and they are so afraid to ask than they just stop doing so.
Another strategy is to ask something very abusive in return for every inconsiderate thing you are ask to do. What is that do you want me to do for you? Sure, but could you cut my toe nails now? Clean my boots? Bath my dog? You choose.
I went food shopping with Jen today at the East Longmeadow Big Y and she kept screaming the commercial jingle as we walked through the aisles, so I feel that since it is in MY head, you too must suffer!
Come home, come home! To Big Y!
Come home, come on hooooommmme.... to Big Y (to Big Y!)
Come on hooooo oooooo oooome
To your neighborhood market, Big Y!
ps: It's Mad Monday: $6.00 pizza from the food court. I hope my doctor (I scheduled both my dentist and yearly physical on the same day, I'm so efficient) doesn't give me a cholesterol test