Almost everyone I know is _nuts_ and they are trying to drive me _nuts_ too. Of course, that's not that hard to do....
The week before Thanksgiving is a heavy week for me at work. I wanted to push out as much work as I could due to the deadlines being moved up because of the Thanksgiving holiday and because I was going to be off the 19th. My supervisor apparently talks to God on a regular basis and said God told her to have a bake sale to raise money for my great-nephew (he was the kid who had severe chemical burns due to acid being poured on a slide - if you want to know more, just email me) Payton to raise funds for his medical needs. Why did God say the 16th of November? And what kind of god would allow wars and pain to go on and spend time worrying about a goofy bake sale?  Now wonder the world is messed up if god is busy worrying about when a person should have a bake sale.....
So that meant I baked about 4 cakes, made some brownies & some fudge to sell at the bake sale. I also ended up devoting a large slice of time while at work collecting money & setting stuff up. Don't get me wrong, I like to goof off at work, but that's not my preferred method. My supervisor brought in some brownies (I think she baked them) and all the rest of the stuff she brought in was from the grocery store *sigh* sort of defeats the purpose of a "bake sale" if you ask me.  I mean, why should you pay 2 bucks for a slice of cake you can buy at the grocery store for $5 for the whole cake....
Top that off with the people aren't the sharpest knives in the drawer. I have a poster of Winston Churchill at my desk, doing the "V for Victory" sign, with the quote "Never, Never, Never give up" (I may have skipped a "never" in there). I was asked "Winston Churchill?  who is he? Is he a comedian?". These people are in their late 40s, early 50s so they should have heard of Winston Churchill, right? I replied "well, he did say some things that were funny, I'm sure Hitler didn't think he was a comedian" and I got a blank stare. Was I the only one who showed up for class when they taught about World War II? maybe, from the looks I got....You'll love one answer, it was "well, I'm not from around here, so I don't know who he is"...*sheesh*
and my older sister -  or should I say "older sisters". Bee, who is a major pain in the ass & I feel like I got to reparent her all the time, didn't call me last Tuesday. big deal. I didn't think about it one way or the other, I had work to consider and prepping for Thanksgiving. Mattie, my oldest sister, calls & asks if I have heard from Bee on Wednesday night. I hadn't but still wasn't too concerned about it. Apparently Bee's answering machine was picking up the phone calls, but Bee wasn't answering. I tried calling, same thing. This drama went on for _2_ days. Mattie's getting bent about this & I'm trying not to think "well, maybe she slipped into a diabetic coma" or "maybe she broke something and can't get to the phone". I'm trying to think "maybe she went out with a few friends". But Mattie is getting more paranoid - she said she sent her husband over to check. I said "call if you find out what's going on". At no point did anybody say the obvious - Bee didn't pay her phone bill. I called the youngest sister, who said her son had spoken to Bee that day, she was okay & probably she didn't pay her phone bill. I hang up, ready to call Mattie. My brother calls. Apparently Bee wants a loan and left Charles a note to drop the money off with me. This is all news to me, because why would _I_ be the pick-up point?  I get off the phone with Charles & call Mattie to tell her that Bee's okay and Mattie says "oh yeah, I know, I talked to Larry (my nephew)". ahh, what didn't you understand about "call me when you hear something?"
My younger son said (and he was right) I wouldn't be concerned if Mattie didn't aggravate the situation.  I wouldn't have been......
So I had a maximum Bee week - she was over for dinner the 17th, came over for a few hours the 18th, called the 19th, the 21st & 22 was spent trying to contact her (she won't answer the door unless you call to tell her you are coming), the 23rd & 24th she was at my house & I spoke to her on the 25th. So far, I have not spoken to her today. That's okay with me. 
I feel as if I am retraining her in some way because apparently she wasn't paying attention prior to now. She's 4 years older than me & has lived on her own for quite some time. SO why do_I_ have to tell her how to roast a turkey or when to clean her fridge? It's not like she's never done these things before (okay maybe she never has cleaned her fridge, but I'm sure she's roasted a turkey).....
_aaarrrrggggghhhhhh_
I was thinking about running out my back door and jumoing the fence and running away but there's a few major flaws with that plan.
1) There is no way in the world I could jump my back fence. It's not that big, maybe 4 feet or so, but I'd never clear it, I'd get my feet tangled up in the links and be stuck there.
2) Why would I leave Kimba behind? What has he ever done to deserve such treatment? He doesn't even like Bee, he only tolerates her because she's my sister.
3) Where would I go? She'd track me down, I think she put a lowjack on me when I was a kid...
For the record, Bee did not pay her phone bill & she would have spent Thanksgiving with  her "friend" but he had the nerve to go back with his wife! some men are just no damned good;)

Current Location: home
Current Mood: congested
Current Music: "I always feel like somebody's watching me" Maxwell
Tags: sibling, work ranting and raving

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