There’s a gal I like very much who keeps asking me for stuff.
Two of them, actually.
It’s funny how I don’t get that screaming rage every time I hear from them.
Which is a lot.
Especially this week.
I think about the Ready Treaddy of it all. Like how I have a physical reaction every time they ping me. Why the difference?
Other than the verbal abuse of 2022-’23? And the “O” face from the Treaddy? And the …
OK I get it.
I often wish I were the goddess of yesteryear who was fine with staying at the office till 8 or 9 or even 10.
I could get my shit AND their shit done AND drive home after.
I wonder if I hadn’t burned myself out from that, could I do it again.
I’ve often said I wouldn’t trade working from home for anything. But having these people in my house, even the nice ones, I feel a way about that.
Like it is imperative to close the laptop so there is a line of demarcation between that and whatever it is I do. (Or, more to the point, don’t do.)
Anyway it’s 6 am and I owe all three of them something.
And while I should prioritize the Treaddy project as it involves multiple people … I promised the nicest of all that I will bump her to the top of the list.
(To be fair, this is an instant revenue producer once I achieve it.)
So even if no one understands my logic, well, I do. And there is, in fact, logic.
I wonder if insulting people works on other people. Truly. Or has everyone in their orbit similarly put a force field where a boundary would normally be.
I always say narcissists pick the strongest people to be their victims.
But I truly think this one landed on earth today. Seems totally oblivious to the fact that there wouldn’t be a problem if they weren’t the original problem.