19:02
It has been a strange, sad, and tiring week. Last Friday, I came home and, as usual, went straight into the shower. Coming out feeling a bit more human, I sat down at the ol' 'puter and waited for Jade to come home. He did, and we played on our 'puters for a bit. It didn't take long for me to realise that something was odd.
Dona wasn't in the kitchen making supper.
A little while later, she came up the stairs and told us that we were on our own for supper. She had decided to get drunk that day instead. Jade and I just kinda looked at each other. This was taking the Winter Blues to a whole new level. I'm starting to wonder if she has a mental issue. Bi-polar maybe. I don't know. He mood swings are certainly something to behold.
And I thought I was bad! Whoo!
As things got sunnier, her mood improved, but of course it's been cloudy the past couple of days so she's very ... grumpy. Whatever. She lost my respect and my trust a long time ago. It's difficult to care about somebody that you don't respect or trust. So I just go about my business and treat her like nothing is wrong. Probably drives her nuts.
She was certainly driving me nuts the past week. She doesn't like my flour and sugar jars, because they are, well, jars. Big old jars that used to have something else in them. Anyway, she keeps trying to hide them. I thought that when she got back from her Easter vacation that things were fine. She seemed to accept my jars being back where I wanted them.
I was wrong. I had two days off after they got back. As soon as I went back to work, she tucked them into a cupboard. She re-arranged a couple other things too. Whatever. I left the other things alone, but I pulled those jars back out. She'd tuck them back in again as soon as my back was turned. One morning I pulled them out when I woke up to make lunches. She came upstairs and said nothing. As soon as I went back to bed, she tucked them away again. I heard her do it. And I heard her talk about it too. I woke up and pulled them back out again. Before I left, I put a sticky note on one of the jars telling her to please stop hiding them. They've been safe ever since. But for how long? I don't know. She's determined to make this whole house hers, I swear. Well, it's not. And in one week, I'll be around again to remind her of it.
So now she goes around pouting and finding things to change that I won't change back. She hasn't figured out yet that I don't give a flying fig. Just wait until I hang up my pictures at last. She'll really get grumpy then, because the place will look like mine again. She'll also be pouting because I'll be cleaning my own place again and she'll be bored all over again.
Boo hoo.
Heh. I'm almost afraid to let Lynne visit.
21:15
My shoulder aches like crazy. I was in so much pain at work today that I wanted to throw up. My co-worker thinks I'm crazy because I didn't get tomorrow off and just take a three day weekend to rest up. But as I pointed out ... there's really nobody to take my place. She can't do it alone - she has to be gone at 16:30 to pick up her daughter. A precocious little thing that I'm not sure if I want to smack or not. Cute, but willful. Anyway, tomorrow is the end of an eight day stretch for me. I was covering for somebody who had to go to a funeral out of province.
There have been three new comers to try things out, and I'm sure that two of them will do great. The third? Has asthma, hates people, and in my mind, has the wrong attitude to work there. She doesn't listen to instructions well. Or is incapable of understanding them. She reminds me of the girl we tried to get banned from our Groom school class. Slightly better personality. Maybe.
Anyhow, I'm done soon. Counting tomorrow, I have eight more days in total left to work there. I'll miss a couple of the horses - their personalities are really starting to come out. Some of them react rather well to me and some of the owners have noticed. They'll miss me too.
Damn, I wish I knew what I have done to my shoulder. Hopefully it'll feel better in the morning.
Sweet Dreams!
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