I didn't do much today but found myself busy anyway. Things were slow and I still managed to mess up my schedule. I was in a bad mood when I woke after my usual rotten sleep, but my mood improved throughout the day. I received the gift of a website for a year. I made a pot of spaghetti. I nearly killed a grocery clerk.
- Missed my shrinkologist appointment
- Went to Ace Hardware to buy mulch
- Updated the Walkers Chat room Page
- Received a gift of a web site
- Cooked Spaghetti
- Grocery shopped
For no discernable reason, I just plain forgot my shrinkologist appointment. The day went by and I didn't even notice. He hasn't called me as yet, so maybe he didn't notice either. I will have to call him soon to get an appointment for next week.
I hitched a ride to Ace Hardware to get a plate and some screws to fix my sister's chair. While there bought a couple of 30lb bags of mulch. I planned to use it to fill holes in the yard, but Mario got hold of it first, filled a couple of holes and used the rest of it to put a border around the tree in the front yard. I hope it doesn't kill the flowers around the tree. The guy behind the counter rolled his eyes at me when I asked for a product and did so in such an exaggerated fashion that even I could see it. As I walked away one of the other workers chastised him. What a shit he was.
Grocery shopping involved an experience similar in spirit to the Ace experience. I really hate it when people "help" me. The whole situation came about as a result of my asking for help, so I guess I shouldn't bitch too loud. I went to the service desk at the local Gerbes Grocery and asked them to direct me to where they had the "foggers" you use to get rid of wasps. They knew what I was talking about. I am accustomed to everyone in this fucking state giving me a blank look when I ask them for everyday things (remind me to tell you the dijon mustard story). I was flabbergasted. They told me "Aisle 11" and I said "left or right from here?" That got me the "I'll show you," that precedes an attempt to break the record for the 100 yard dash. I don't know why people who "show me" insist on doing so at a dead fucking run! Too late to make a long story short, but I got there with no less than two service people in place. They found, of course, two products. With the two of them simultaneously reading me insignificant information from both boxes and arguing (with each other, not even with me) about which product "he" should have, my temper heated up big time. I eventually grabbed a product from the hands of one woman... who resisted. While the other one insisted "I think this one is the one you need." I forcefully supplied a "thank you" to these morons and fled with my "fogger". I remained severely pissed the rest of the day.
That's why I don't go out much anymore. I can't cope with morons. I used to have more patience, better coping skills. I just can't do it anymore. Incidents bring me, literally, to tears these days. It is humiliating in the extreme.
I have been working on a project. I guess I have related that here before, but it is worth repeating. I have developed a page that resembles a seating chart for the people who hang about in the chat. Quite a few people have sent pics or icons for the page and It has been very amusing for me. This fact evidently penetrated to my son (who requests anonymity). He sent me enough money to buy a website. It is from uneeda which is run/owned by the same man who runs the Walkers in Darkness website. The site is a pretty good deal. I am fiddling with it already and my basic homepage is installed. Check it out at http://www.louderbacks.com note that it is louderbacks ... plural.