September 9th, 2010 | 5 Comments »

And while I’m at it, let’s see how many men I can manage to piss off in one day.  There is always Gadget.  That’s a given.  There are the inevitable communication faux pas that occur whilst traversing the slippery slope of defining boundaries and parameters in budding friendships slash relationships.  There are misunderstandings and mis-matched senses of humor. There are offenses taken.  It’s exhausting.  It’s humbling.  It’s perplexing.  Especially because I’ve always tried very diligently to be a good communicator.  It’s my thing.  So if I suck at the thing that is supposedly my strongsuit… …well, that’s just dandy for the self-esteem and self-confidence, now isn’t it?

And of course I’m Miss UltraSensitive, so it wrecks me to the core when I think that I’ve upset someone.

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September 9th, 2010 | Comments Off on same-o same-o

pissed, pissed, pissed, pissedy pissed

Probably I over-react, but over the course of a few days, Gadget won’t answer his phone.  I messaged his wife-to-be and she hasn’t replied.  I called his work number and he didn’t pick up.  He hasn’t called me back.  Finally, I texted him.  Does he want to pick up the kids after work on Friday?  Can’t. Saturday morning?  No money for gas or anything else.

WTH

WTH?

What kind of a person doesn’t FIND A WAY to see his kids?  I can’t take full legal control of them and just remove ourselves from his life.  I want them to see him and have fun with him and love him and respect him.  So WTH?  So he has a limited income and a wife-to-be and four extra kids all under one roof.  You just modify your lifestyle to make things work.  Eat in.  Play in.  You find a way to make it work.  Shop at thrift stores.  Whatever it takes.

And yes, the stupid server is still crashing several times a day, as they work on migrating everything to new hardware.  I don’t know why that task should take so blessed long, unless they have a complete set of incompetents flailing about.  Ridiculous.  They are crediting a full year of free service once the dust settles, but for heaven’s sake.  How’s a woman supposed to vent?

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