I Was Wrong

It has been four weeks since I last wrote and things have gone downhill in every area.

The cell phone problem was never resolved.  Two weeks ago I emailed the co-founders, the CFO, and the VP of Marketing, and I have received no response.  I have composed a letter that I will snail mail to each of them.  My next step is formal complaints with the FCC and Better Business Bureau.  I will never again recommend Working Assets or CREDO to anyone.

At work I am out-talked, talked over, and corrected when I am not wrong.  I have asked to split my duties so I am outside for recess duty for 22 minutes and inside for cafeteria duty for 22 minutes, but nothing has changed and there is no sign that anything will.  The saving grace is the kids, but I need to get back into my own classroom.

The deck is finished.  The railings are finished.  They look good.  Enough said.

This coming weekend I will see my west coast family.  My son, his wife, and my grandson are coming east for a wedding.  I am driving to Boston to babysit and for what I thought would be a relaxing weekend to visit with family.  It has turned into a whirlwind of here, there, and the other place that makes me faint to even think about. It is hard to be an introvert when extroverts are making the plans.  So I will see my grandson for 24 hours and come home.

On Sunday someone said things to me that were disrespectful and inexcusable.  That person knows I will not call them out here because I do not want you to think less of them.  Later, when I tried to talk to them, I was told to leave them alone.  They never said another word.  Okay.  Done.  My life moves on.

I am sad.  

Two nights ago I had a dream about a friend who died nine years ago this month.  It was the night before the anniversary of her funeral, and it was so real that I could hear her laugh.  I miss her as much as I ever did and need her as much as I ever have.

I didn't expect to be gone from here for four weeks.  I thought that things would have to get better....