Good evening!
I decided to use this pic of InuYasha. I feel like he looks. Kinda lost in thought, maybe in a bit of despair, and pondering his situation. I am all of these today. Not to mention I Nair-ed my arm pits to night. Instead of soft, smooth, and hairless skin, I received the infamous red, inflamed, and chemical burned pits I am so accustomed to. At least they're hairless. Thank goodness for small miracles. Beauty sucks.
I know what you're thinking. "So what's wrong with Ms. Doom and Gloom this time?" As everyone who has been following this blog knows, I don't have very many friends within the state boundary lines of Massachusetts. In fact, it would seem to be none with the exception of some really nice people I met at work. I guess they would be more of the work associates that I enjoy spending time with, but a few of them I have managed to be able to share and receive with. I even went to one's home and had tea with. I'll talk more about that a little later. Other than that, no one really.
I woman who worked with Hubby at his real estate office I do socialize with. Her and her husband moved to another office to get a different pace in the rat race. Their office is on the way home about 3 blocks away from my house, so I stop in weekly to gab and to hang out. Sometimes, I even get invited to outings and parties. She's great to talk to. Like having a girlfriend, we gossip, talk about our careers or jobs, discuss problems, and give advice. Today Hubby came home a little disturbed.
So if you have been following this blog, you pretty much know there really isn't too many times his not disturbed when he gets home. Always frustration with work, our finances, home life, and/or health to cloud his mind and make him the slightly unpleasant person when arriving home. Tonight, he received word that he may have caused complications at work. Somehow rumors have flown as the usually do from one side of the earth to the other. Something he is accused of saying may have dissuaded the woman I socialize and her husband to not come back to Hubby's office. The couple had confessed that they were unhappy with their work situation, but we unsure of what to do to resolve it. They had several options; one was to come back to Hubby's office. They were do to make a decision, inform everyone concerned, and be at their new place of work by Monday (yesterday). No one has heard from them. Rumor has it something I told them that Hubby said made them feel unwanted and begging for their old jobs back. It is amazing what happens when you trust people. They use it has the dagger to stab you with after you have hugged them and are walking away from them.
I don't know how some many people would have known about this or why/how this leaked out. I guess "leaked" is the appropriate word considering it is filthy, disheartening, and deceitful. But then again, so are rotten bananas. I hate those. Back to my point. I kinda want to confront her about this, but what do I have to gain? I guess I may find out a why, a how, and a when, but does that really ease the pain? I mean knowing full well that Hubby and I aren't seeing eye to eye as much as we should, why would she want to cause more harm. Maybe it's Ian Malcolm's chaos theory. The worst part is the clan that I am a new member of values privacy. The secrecy of this family allows nothing to hit the light. Good or bad. Everything is covered in haze like dusk or dawn. So bringing any attention (especially bad such as the wife the blabs negative things said by her husband concerning work[the same occupation that wifey does not like and does not wish to be apart of {turning her nose up} but everyone else in the family is doing like it is expected) is just not a smart thing to do.
Here I am. 3rd house on the left in the Pit of Despair. Finding anything else out with this family is going to be even harder. What little trust I've earned is gone. Thanks so much to the woman I thought was my friend.
As you can guess, I didn't indulge much today. I worked out, I had a serving of banana low fat yogurt, I painted my toe and finger nails. That's it. I really wanted to start reading the book I borrowed from work today. It's called You Suck, by Christopher Moore. Mr Moore is the same guy who wrote Stupidest Angel and Lamb. This book is about a married vampire couple. It should be a quick and easy read.
About the lady's house I went over on Sunday. We'll call her Crystal. She's very much into New Age which is probably why I get along with her so well. She's a couple of months younger than me, so finally someone close to my age. I enjoyed my afternoon with her. We drank Celestial Seasonings teas. I had an almond one. We sat and talked about men, dreams, goals, and plain old, so-called life. It was great. Unfortunately, I didn't stay long. I got nervous , and felt like I was over staying my welcome. So I excused my self after about an hour and a half. Today at work I apologized to her for my anxiousness and my leaving. She was cool about it and wasn't offended. She just said we would have to do it again soon. So we giggled and then scurried of to work, trying to look like we were engaged with a lengthy task. It's kinda discouraged to socialize on the clock, and especially on the book floor.
So with much pain, I'm gonna sign out for the night. Enjoy my send off:
Health, contentment and trust
are your greatest possessions,
And freedom your greatest joy.
--The Dhammapada
“We draw our strength
from the very despair in which we have been forced to live.
We shall endure.”
--Cesar Chavez
Lady Yokai
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