Thursday, November 15, 2012
This is a RANT. These are my personal feeling to which I am entitled. If you know me personally and don’t have thick skin stop here and close this blog. Same goes for anyone who wants to “interpret” my words through their own personal filters. I’m not being nice or motivational Kitty. This is blunt and pissy Kitty. I will understand if no one reads this and you will not hurt my feelings. I am writing this for ME and those who simply want to understand/support me.
I start with the fact that I was in a TERRIFIC mood yesterday morning. I was excited to write my blog and the only downer I had was my hair. I wrote my blog first thing – as praise to my hubby and my joy. I then I got a call from hubby that he was willing to pay to have my hair fixed (I’m broke until after Thanksgiving) as he had Xmas money on the side. Woo Hoo – I made an appointment and was feeling pretty darn good.
Then the CFO came in (my insane boss – not one of the owners). I have time off next week. First time I have taken all year because I’ve just had too much to do. He is trying to push for me to have everything done before I leave for vacation! This is not possible as he has me on special projects for the first 10 days of the month and I’ve just started my monthly work. Enter the stress monster.
I then received several upsetting emails regarding different dogs I work with. Including one from a shelter that has decided the abused pittie I just started with is too damaged and is going to be put down (yes, I’m fighting but I think it’s a losing battle). More stress.
Then I get home and I have nasty grams in my email about yesterday’s blog. How it wasn’t appreciated, etc. Really? Thought this was my blog and my feelings. I was PRAISING someone I love, not attacking anyone. Stress monster growing.
I did have one of the upset parties actually call me and we worked it but the call ran late and I missed my hair appointment. Now I can’t be seen until Monday (my stylist had a cut in one chair and a perm in another by the time I got there 20 minutes late). Stress monster has now taken full control and I’m pissy.
I got home and snarffed pizza. I beat the punching bag. I snarffed more pizza. I had my soy and went to bed. I didn’t get my walk in with Tazzy. I didn’t get my push-up/sit-ups done. And I still have a horrible haircut. I didn’t get to take care of the dog issue nor did I get any work done at home to get caught up.
I admitted long ago and to everyone/anyone that I am BLUNT. I say exactly what I mean. This does occasionally get me in trouble as I always speak the truth from my perspective. If someone reads more into my blogs or words than what is actually written/said – look in the mirror for your problem not me.
Also, anyone that knows me knows that communication online is NOT my preferred method. Things are easily misinterpreted and I don’t always express myself well. My vocabulary far exceeds my spelling and I consider inflection and body language as important as words in a conversation. I prefer face to face but a phone call is much better than email. You have a problem with me – call me. Heck, my number is PUBLISHED on my website; I’m not hard to find. Nasty grams not appreciated and do instantly make me angry (is it right –no, but that is ME deal). *Spark friends do not read into this – refer to above paragraph. I’m referring to when email is easily the last option as we already “have a close personal relationship”.*
Order of importance for people in my life is simple – 1) Me – I’ve learned I am useless to anyone else if I’m living as a stress monster. 2) Hubby – this is who I have CHOSEN to live the rest of my life with. He out ranks everyone. 3) Boy Child – my son only takes a back seat to my hubby. 4) My dad – not family, not friends but my dad. 5) My ladies – if you are not in 1-4 my dogs our rank you! And there have been many a day that the dogs have even taken priority over Hubby – so guess what they are pretty darn important to me. The remainder of my family comes next, then everyone else. There are a few friends who outrank family members, but not as many as seem to think they do.
I could go on for about 5 more pages, easy. However, I now feel better and that was the point of writing this. I thank anyone who has gotten to this point and still wishes to be friends.
Warm Wags and Happy Snuffles.