Jeezus Bejeezus

What is so hard about remembering my days off? Why do people constantly ask me if I have today off or do I have tomorrow off when I have told them a hundred times I have Wed-Fri nights off. What is so freaking hard about remembering that? So damn irritating.

Every single week my neighbor asks me if I have to work tonight – every single week! I know her schedule so why is it so hard for her to remember mine? I tell her each week what I have off and she still asks me the next night if I have to work. For example, last night she asked me if I had to work – I said yes but it was my last day for this week. I get home a few minutes ago and she said “Don’t you have to work tonight?”

It is a simple case of it not being important enough for other people to remember because it doesn’t affect their life. People ask questions but then don’t even listen to the answer so then they end up asking the same questions over and over. My schedule is not that difficult to remember – I work Sat-Tues. She said to me last night “isn’t that every weekend?” and I so wanted to say something smart and cynical but I held back.

If it isn’t important enough to remember my answer, then please don’t ask me the question. I don’t ask unnecessary questions just to hear myself talk. If I ask you something it is because I am curious about the answer. If you don’t want to tell me the answer then simply say so and I won’t ask you again. If I’m not sure about the question I will say “I know you told me once but I forgot…” so it isn’t like I’m asking the same question over and over because I’m admitting I was the one who forgot but it is important enough to me to want to remember. Does that make sense?

I think my neighbor likes to hear herself talk because she talks and talks and talks about absolutely nothing. You walk away what was the point of listening to her when she had nothing to say. She gossips a lot about others and knows everyone in the complex already plus the names of their pets and some of their children/grandchildren. That is admirable that she gets to know people whereas I hardly know anyone after living here a whole year. However, she gets to know them just so she can gossip about them to others. To me, that is worse than not getting to know them at all.

I think the other folks in the complex are wising up to her tactics though because fewer and fewer stop over to chat with her. Who wants all their business out for everyone to criticize?

Anyway, went to lunch with my son. Yes, soup again. I wanted to go somewhere else but he was meeting his friend later for supper so he didn’t want to eat or be gone a long time. So we went to Panera for soup and coffee. I also ran him to Walmart for some supplies, then dropped him off at home.

On my way home I went to Hyvee for the stuff to try potato soup again…hope it turns out good this time. While sitting at a stoplight I noticed hundreds of birds along the highwires and in a tree next to the wires. I mean the birds literally covered everything with some even still flying around trying to find a perch. Just as I was remarking outloud that it reminded me of the movie “The Birds,” they all took flight as one making what appeared to be a moving black hole in the sky. The cool thing was how they flew in formation through several cool spirals and turns before settling back down on the wires. I tried to get my camera out but it wouldn’t have caught them very well anyway.

Sitting there waiting on some slow ass person who wasn’t paying attention to the light changing to green, I again wished I had a little mountain retreat to whisk away to. I need a break from so many people – want peace, quiet, and a serene view. Want to see nature up close and breathe some fresh air.

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  1. sounds like paradise, a place to get away.

    And yes the rest makes sense.
    IF they can’t listen then they should stop asking.
    :)


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