Another week went by and now it’s already MAY. It’s been a hell of a week for me. I usually work 3 day shift in a row, but a friend switched me so I had to work 4 days. I owe him one, I’m just returning the favour. Thanks bud! Since it was a busy day at work last Saturday, I was hoping that Sunday would be better. Well, it was a mess at the start but eventually it got better. It felt like I wouldn’t be able to recover from that mess at the start of the shift LOL It all worked out in the end.
Oh, we went for a hike again last week (Wednesday). Weather was okay and I was *again* underdressed. We walked nonstop—well, occasionally stopping to let our dogs drink. We brought our dogs for the hike, they didn’t get along well at first. My dog was so scared at my fiancé’s dog that she sat with me in front on our way (my fiancé’s dog is a bitch literally LOL) But they sat together at the back on our way home—well, with a distance. Since we really didn’t stop for a long break (as it was getting cold), I was hangry and tired when we were on our way back. To the point wherein I saw an uphill trail and screamed “fuck!” Don’t judge me, even a small uphill track would annoy the hell out of me because all I really wanted to do was to sit and eat. We survived the almost 3 hours hike with the dogs. Went to the city to buy sushi and pigged out after. The rest of the week were spent at work and sleeping and trying to squeeze in a work-out in between.
Last Saturday, my parents went to the city because my dad was scheduled for his CoVid vaccine that day. I got home from work, tired. Then I heard his iPad (fb messenger) going off—I was thinking that it was probably our relatives back home so I ignored it. Minutes later, our doorbell rang. I usually ignore it but I thought it could be important, besides our doorbell sounds annoying and I wanted to take a nap. Through the screen door, I told this lady that my parents are out. She then told me that she have a delivery for my dad and gestured me to go outside to their vehicle. I’m like “bitch, I’m wearing my pj’s and I’m not wearing a bra” She told me, “It’s okay.” Thinking that they’ll just hand me whatever they are going to deliver, I went out. To my utter disappointment and annoyance, it wasn’t ready yet. I probably stood there glaring at them—not really, the sun was on my eyes and couldn’t help but glare—I stood there for maybe 2-5minutes. Why couldn’t they just leave it outside our house? By the door? Instead of inconveniencing someone to go out and wait for them to be ready. To make my rant shorter: Why don’t people get it that when you call them and they are not answering, it’s probably because they are not home and you probably need to let them know earlier that you are coming to deliver? WHY?? /end of rant.
The image above has nothing to do with my post but have something to do with uhm—I don’t know how to explain it. I already ranted in twitter and that would be the last time I’m going to react about this matter. I’ve already blocked them from all of my social media accounts. If they continue to say something behind my/our back even though we’re not saying and doing anything, then that’s their problem 🤷🏻♀️ Showing kindness and trying to help doesn’t work when people perceive it as “taking advantage/being attack” or checking up on them means “something to gossip about” You think what you want to think.
Ciao!💋
