It is entirely possible that there is something very wrong with me. I got mad at a woman at work today, one of the chef's from the other end of the deli, a "prima dona" who has always been a little nuts and talks constantly about her lesbian lover. She has refused in the past to sweep and mop the floor (even though everyone else does) until someone "told on her" and she had to, and tonight she refused to take out a bag of trash, saying it was " not hers".
And I let her have it. I told her to grow up and act like an adult and do the work that needs to be done simply because it needs to be done, like most everyone else in that department does. And when she complained that someone"ratted her out" (her exact words) for not sweeping and mopping, I congratulated her for actually stepping up to the plate and doing her job tonight. And when she said she wasn't taking out the bag of trash, I said, "Fine, G., don't take it out. Because we're not either. And when they come in in the morning and it's sitting there, who do you think they'll blame?" Real mature, right? I actually argued back at her, actually got mad over a stupid bag of trash. I should be above that. You should have seen the looks on the faces of the two other sweet little old ladies I was working with.
Lord, I think I might be going crazy. I can't seem to get along with anyone these days. I'm oversensitive and prickly and everyone seems to bug me. Maybe it's working 2 jobs - which will end on Thursday because after the 2 day training tomorrow and Thursday, I won't have any school stuff to do until the end of July. Maybe it's all the crazy people I work with at K**ger. One woman gets in a huff if anyone is scheduled on what she considers HER shift. Another woman came to work under the definite influence of pot. The assistant dept. manager is also gay, talks about her girlfriend all the time, and is raising pet rats. Last night a woman was incredibly rude to me and another worker. It's a different world than what I'm used to.
Or maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm finally completely cracking up. My finances are still in the crapper. I can't afford any resemblance of a vacation. Steven won't even let me go on the road with him because I need to stay here and work every minute I can. And every morning I wake up with my right hand tingly and numb and feeling like it's on fire from the inside. And despite my efforts, my house is NOT getting cleaner and more organized. In fact, in some areas it looks WORSE!
I'm telling you, I don't think it's them.
I'm a nut.