So, how do you make a bad day worse?
I found out yesterday that Dr. L, the one I babysat for her twin boys, has asked someone else in the office to sit for her this weekend.
No big deal, right?
It bothers me because I didn’t find out from her, it was gossip. It bothers me because it was never mentioned to me, sort of kept ‘hush-hush’. It bothers me because now I don’t know if I did something wrong, or something to offend. It bothers me because I really enjoying watching her kids. I can’t help but think that she maybe could have not asked someone else in the clinic? Or let me know… I don’t know.
So I told Brock about it, and he just told me to go talk to her about it. I avoid confrontation at all costs, not to mention it would be weird beyond belief, but add to the fact how much it would hurt if she DID say that I had done something wrong, or they just didn’t like me. I told him as much, and his reply was, “Fine. Just sit there and sulk then.”
So I did. I wanted to cuss him out, yell at him for being an insensitive prick, get out of the car and walk home… anything. I was seething mad, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to say something I would regret later, because all of the things that ran through my head, I would have regretted.
That’s how you make a bad day worse.
Today has been ok. Busy, frustrating, but ok. I’ve been spending my time making lolcats with my pictures of Wash. More fun than you’d realize. I will share some.
