One Week
Last week was a shitter. Here are the accounts . . .
1. A friend who had made plans with me months ago, and canceled them just days before I got to NY, sent a text message asking if I wanted to go camping last weekend. I was a little rebuffed, but I initially said okay. Then her boyfriend started with comments, and I got uncomfortable. Mostly, I was uncomfortable because I could already see that their weekend was based on two people, and I would only be a third wheel. Perhaps things wouldn't have gone so badly if he hadn't posted two messages on FB that I have "no sense of adventure" and "no sense of humor." Also, note that he misspelled my name. Anyone who knows me knows I hate that shit. I know better than to ask a friend to choose, I don't do that, and I no longer allow people to treat me like that. I have no beefs with her, and I'm a bit upset that I can't talk to her anymore. The problem is I never know if her boyfriend is reading the messages and responding, and she's really only been talking to me when things are crappy with him. I told her I wouldn't bother her again, and I haven't. But . . . we'll get to that but in a few.
2. It took almost four hours to reprogram my phone one day. It was just one of those things that happen from time to time, but none-the-less I wasn't so happy with it.
3. Someone flipped out on me. Seriously, I'm walking away from it. He said sorry and that he would contact me in a week or so. Yea, he did alright by deleting me as a friend. Seriously, this shit is just getting stupider isn't it?
4. My computer, which had been doing stupid shit for awhile, finally ate the dust. But, in my fashion, she just didn't bite the dust but rather went down in a multicolored blaze with broken video card. It was fried, and it was cheaper to buy a new one. I bought a new one . . . Good on that. Though, this seventeen inch screen (I only got the big screen because it was cheaper) it bigger than my last TV. It is so big that I sometimes get lost on the screen. he he he. For the record, I didn't loose any files. I had them all backed up. Sometimes my life may mirror that of Carrie Bradshaw, but I do not attempt to live like her character. Trust me.
On another note, in grad school I had a friend give me a virus on my PC, I cleaned that, and then two years later someone else fried that registry. Luckily I had a laptop. That poor laptop survived four years of travel and constant use. When it died two years ago I bought a new laptop, and I gave the old one to my Dad. He put in a new hard drive and it is fine, but it does weigh like nine pounds. Woosh. So . . . in the time line I really haven't gone through that many computers, it just seems so because of the PC and the fact that I get a new 'puter like clockwork . . .
5. I cat sat for a friend, and she asked me to find homes for three kittens. Honestly, she doesn't have room for them. Here is where the road to hell is paved with good intentions. While petting one of said kittens the damned thing went bi-polar and scratched me. Pfft. And then two of the kittens went nuts while trying to get them from the small room to the box for transport. Finally, it was done. I should note that I had fun with her other cats, and she called today to tell me that her and her husband are more than delighted that I take such good care of their animals.
6. That friend's boyfriend, from number one, put a post on my FB wall saying: "You're insane. It's all in your head. Watch "beautiful mind", you'll see." Seriously, I hadn't bothered to contact either one of them in a week. What did I reply with? Well . . . "I would appreciate it if you would stop making derogatory, rude, and insensitive statements about me on Facebook. I go out of my way to to not treat you this way, even though you have repeatedly made unfair statements to me (on here and in person). The comment you left today is uncalled for."
A day or so later in his status he said "anessa while I think you are hilarious would you just defriend me. I would but I don't know how on my iPhone. Any suggestions? I'm on vacation." Notice the misspelling of my name, again? I defriended him, and I didn't bother to give him suggestions on where he could stick it.
7. A week ago I got told I would be contacted for an interview. I was also told to wait until the chair contacted me. No word. Not good.
So . . . while for the most part my NY stay has been good, there were a few days of shit. Yea, well . . . shit happens. Unfortunately, I have to head back to Dixie in a week if something doesn't break here. Even more sad, I still have no word on classes down there. But, instead of focusing on that I am finishing the piece I got asked to write the day I drove up here and completing some other projects. Shit, it has to mean something to keep occupied and happy when shit goes down the drain. Right?
1. A friend who had made plans with me months ago, and canceled them just days before I got to NY, sent a text message asking if I wanted to go camping last weekend. I was a little rebuffed, but I initially said okay. Then her boyfriend started with comments, and I got uncomfortable. Mostly, I was uncomfortable because I could already see that their weekend was based on two people, and I would only be a third wheel. Perhaps things wouldn't have gone so badly if he hadn't posted two messages on FB that I have "no sense of adventure" and "no sense of humor." Also, note that he misspelled my name. Anyone who knows me knows I hate that shit. I know better than to ask a friend to choose, I don't do that, and I no longer allow people to treat me like that. I have no beefs with her, and I'm a bit upset that I can't talk to her anymore. The problem is I never know if her boyfriend is reading the messages and responding, and she's really only been talking to me when things are crappy with him. I told her I wouldn't bother her again, and I haven't. But . . . we'll get to that but in a few.
2. It took almost four hours to reprogram my phone one day. It was just one of those things that happen from time to time, but none-the-less I wasn't so happy with it.
3. Someone flipped out on me. Seriously, I'm walking away from it. He said sorry and that he would contact me in a week or so. Yea, he did alright by deleting me as a friend. Seriously, this shit is just getting stupider isn't it?
4. My computer, which had been doing stupid shit for awhile, finally ate the dust. But, in my fashion, she just didn't bite the dust but rather went down in a multicolored blaze with broken video card. It was fried, and it was cheaper to buy a new one. I bought a new one . . . Good on that. Though, this seventeen inch screen (I only got the big screen because it was cheaper) it bigger than my last TV. It is so big that I sometimes get lost on the screen. he he he. For the record, I didn't loose any files. I had them all backed up. Sometimes my life may mirror that of Carrie Bradshaw, but I do not attempt to live like her character. Trust me.
On another note, in grad school I had a friend give me a virus on my PC, I cleaned that, and then two years later someone else fried that registry. Luckily I had a laptop. That poor laptop survived four years of travel and constant use. When it died two years ago I bought a new laptop, and I gave the old one to my Dad. He put in a new hard drive and it is fine, but it does weigh like nine pounds. Woosh. So . . . in the time line I really haven't gone through that many computers, it just seems so because of the PC and the fact that I get a new 'puter like clockwork . . .
5. I cat sat for a friend, and she asked me to find homes for three kittens. Honestly, she doesn't have room for them. Here is where the road to hell is paved with good intentions. While petting one of said kittens the damned thing went bi-polar and scratched me. Pfft. And then two of the kittens went nuts while trying to get them from the small room to the box for transport. Finally, it was done. I should note that I had fun with her other cats, and she called today to tell me that her and her husband are more than delighted that I take such good care of their animals.
6. That friend's boyfriend, from number one, put a post on my FB wall saying: "You're insane. It's all in your head. Watch "beautiful mind", you'll see." Seriously, I hadn't bothered to contact either one of them in a week. What did I reply with? Well . . . "I would appreciate it if you would stop making derogatory, rude, and insensitive statements about me on Facebook. I go out of my way to to not treat you this way, even though you have repeatedly made unfair statements to me (on here and in person). The comment you left today is uncalled for."
A day or so later in his status he said "anessa while I think you are hilarious would you just defriend me. I would but I don't know how on my iPhone. Any suggestions? I'm on vacation." Notice the misspelling of my name, again? I defriended him, and I didn't bother to give him suggestions on where he could stick it.
7. A week ago I got told I would be contacted for an interview. I was also told to wait until the chair contacted me. No word. Not good.
So . . . while for the most part my NY stay has been good, there were a few days of shit. Yea, well . . . shit happens. Unfortunately, I have to head back to Dixie in a week if something doesn't break here. Even more sad, I still have no word on classes down there. But, instead of focusing on that I am finishing the piece I got asked to write the day I drove up here and completing some other projects. Shit, it has to mean something to keep occupied and happy when shit goes down the drain. Right?
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