My friend hasn’t called to apologize. (I don’t know why I’m upset about that; she never will – she’s Italian. They hold grudges till they die. So far in our friendship, I’m always the one who apologizes, even if I don’t think I need to. No more.)
My mother called to tell me she isn’t coming for Thanksgiving after all (long, pathetic story), and then used the “I knew you would act this way” line on me when I got upset. That takes the number of guests at my table to 1, including myself. Fuck her.
Niki’s teacher called me today to say she hasn’t received some forms I was supposed to sign, so Niki has not been able to participate in her class for 3 weeks (in a 7-week class). I asked, with an attitude, why she waited 3 weeks to tell me this… Then I asked her to mail it to me, since Niki was dropping the ball. She got indignant and said, “Surely you don’t expect me to be inconvenienced to mail this to you????” I told her to leave it in the office; I’ll pick it up. She says she wants Niki to be responsible. I said, “Well, that doesn’t seem to be working out so well, does it?” I picked up the packet today and signed it; it was nothing more than her grading policy. Why do I give a shit about that anyway? She’s going to keep her from learning for that? Fucking stupid teachers.
Niki forgot her sneakers (which she said she had this morning) for cheer practice, and she called to ask me to take them to her. I said no. So the coach shows up at my doorstep to pick them up!!! No, I’m not kidding. I told her I was sorry she wasted a trip, and that I don’t appreciate her undermining me. (Update: It turns out, one of the other coaches let her borrow her sneakers for the practice. So much for Mom having any authority whatsoever.)
(See why I have no friends here? They all think I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I have.)
There’s more, but I’m tired. Thank god I threw dinner in the crock pot this afternoon, so I don’t have to think at all right now.
I hate the world today.
(Update: I went to serve the pot roast from the crock pot and the carrots were tough and the meat was pink on the bottom. I had set the dial to “low” instead of “high.” Go figure… Perfect ending to the day from hell.)