Sitting at my new desk. This is the beginning of the third week here, I believe, and it really hasn't been as bad as I anticipated. I kind of like being in the thick of things. I hear a lot more gossip and am able to more readily share my own. So I would say on the whole, this has been a positive move.
I had an okay holiday this weekend with my family. My grandmother was here from New Jersey. She was recently on this medication that gave her tremors and, because of this, her right arm was basically shaking the entire weekend. And not slightly, but to the point where her caretaker who drove her to our house made the joke that she should get a part-time job as a fluffer. Totally innappropriate but, because it was my family, hilarious. Anyway, between being depressed in general and all this shaking, her nerves are just totally shot and all she does is complain about everything. I know I should have some sympathy for her, because she is my grandmother and all, but after a while, I really couldn't take it. On the drive over, it would go something like this:
"It's cold in this car."
"I don't want to wear this seatbelt." (So take it off) "No, I can't, you'll get a ticket."
"Do we really have to sit in all this traffic?"
"Donna, you're talking too much."
"It's hot in this car."
"I can't sit here anymore."
It got to the point where I just consciously never want to complain about anything again, just to keep from sounding like that.
Also, it terrifies me that I will be a terrible mother, because I have absolutely no patience for things like that. I mean, I didn't yell at her or anything, but I really really wanted to.
4 comments:
Hey Jen, don't worry, it's totally nessible. Oh wait, that's just the password.
Seriously though, it's not the fact that you wanted to say something that's important, it's that you didn't, that's what makes you a good person.
Your family is pretty cool. I think my uncle Danny would never stop punching the caretaker in the stskings* if they said that about my grandmother.
(*The password, which is coincidentally the Olde English word meaning "face.")
Yeah Jen, sure we all WANT to say something but zipping it is what sets us apart from the animals... well, mostly parrots, but you get what I'm saying, don't you? Ah, family is special. Easter consisted of my Dad reminding my sister and I, for literally the 1000x how he hasn't had 1 bite of candy since Jan. 1 2008... yes Dad, we know... we know...
Tom is right...I hope. The difference between thinking something and actually acting on it is huge. For example, I think about pushing those people who drag those stupid bags along the street that I constantly kick and trip over in front of a car. But I don't. The difference is life or dismemberment by cab. That's a pretty big difference. Am I a bad person for thinking it? Not if I don't tell anyone about it.
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