The good, the bad, the ugly OR Why I hate spring.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
The good: I had a second interview today at David's Bridal being the front desk rep. It would get me off graveyard shift and seeing people who are super happy/excited and stressed out. Call me crazy, but that sounds much better than the stoners/drunks/pervs.
The bad: My poor sister-in-law had her second miscarriage in 2 years. The first one was at 9 weeks, this one was at 16 weeks. It's been really sad for her and my brother, seeing how they've been trying for almost 8 years.
The bad part 2: Last night, my gma fell and was unable to get up. Being the moron that he is, my brother didn't call an ambulance to take her to be checked out saying, "She didn't want one." Well, Gma is 93 years young and doesn't have the densest of bones. After she tried to get up to go potty a few hours later, she could barely move and was in a lot of pain. After calling our uncle, the moronic brother finally called for an ambulance and after an x-ray and ct scan, she fractured her hip by the joint where the thigh fits in. She had surgery today and is out, but the dang ID family is USELESS at sharing information, so I'm so stressed out and planning to go up tomorrow. Husband didn't want me driving while so emotional today, and he's not going to be able to come.
The Ugly: I live in the ghetto. I understand this. What I don't understand is why all the joisenseitsiodjfsdinohnoisdgvn
do parents choose to send their kids outside when they are misbehaving and screaming for me to listen to. I really don't mind kids, want some of my own, but I am at my wits end with these rotten children screaming, slamming doors and running up and down the stairs for hours at a time. I swear, if I spoke the same language as these horrible parents I would yell at them. But the primary care givers don't speak English and it is just frustrating all around.
The moral of the story is I effing hate spring. And winter. But love summer.