Monday, November 21, 2011
First of all, I did something to the back of my knee. I didn't know that was possible, but it hurts like crazy and I want to start a new challenge. I don't know whether to push it or not.
Then, I got a call from one of my buyers. Per her request, I set up a home inspection for tomorrow. Now, she says she doesn't think she can make it so can I get it changed to Wednesday or Friday. Not that simple. We have a deadline. The home inspector is booked on Wednesday and I am booked with showings on Friday. Have to have this done by Sunday. Why do people think we can just change everyone's schedule to fit around theirs? Sorry, doesn't work that way.
Then, I get a text from the girl staying with my mother. My mother is already at it pounding on her door. She asked if I would call and tell her to stop. I called my mother and asked what she needed from Jenny that she had to pound on her door. She said she needed her help. I said doing what? She said to make me food. I repeated again that Jenny was not live in help. Just someone to be there so she is not alone at night. Of course, my mother went into her hysterics and drama and screamed that Jenny could at least treat her with respect. I told my mother that pounding on Jenny's door was not going to make that happen. Asking her to please help her make something for lunch may work. My mother's reply was...I don't have to ask her anything nicely; she's living in my house. I said, "Fine, throw her out and live by yourself!" Yesterday mom called my sister and said Jenny hit her. After what I saw on Friday, I would have hit her. Does this ever end?
Jenny wants me to go over there. I don't have a car. I let my son drive my car today because his is back at the auto shop. When they put in the head lights, they put one facing the sky and the other facing down. This doesn't work well. They should both be facing the same direction.
One piece of good news...my mother is going to my sister Mimi's for Thanksgiving in Chicago this year. I will be one very thankful person on Thanksgiving..
I have a job I like, I work my own hours, I am in my own home working...I'm not supposed to have bad Mondays