The last 24 hours have been horrible..
After going to a training session last night, and hearing agents being berated.. about "Those who don't have accounts, have to look deep inside at why", and walking out of there, feeling low, and trying to figure out how to secure accounts.. I had dinner with my father tonight.. to be torn to shreds some more.
I told my father how I really wanted to skip Passover, at both his apartment, and his cousins party, for several reasons. One, I didn't like how not one of his cousins, ever contacted me, to wish me well, when I passed the exam. Of course, he had a justification for it. "People don't reach out". Yet, his cousin knew how to attack my mom, 24 hours after my mom's funeral. I also told him how I didn't feel like being in Cheryl's presence,.. so she could shoot her mouth off about me "Getting a job" as I'm working so hard to build a career. I don't delude myself to think that this woman cares a lick about whether I have a career, or a minimum wage job. I just didn't need it rubbed in my face at this point. My father "Claims" he is going to talk to some people to try and help me get accounts, but.. when I see it I'll believe it. Of course, he also couldn't resist ripping my mom to shreds too.
Then came the kicker of the whole thing. I might be going to Minnesota with my friend Barney around the Jewish holidays. My father's friend Marvin, a vicious man, who told my mom he didn't give a damn if my mom was sitting in the street, and who never contacted me to wish me condolences when my mom died,. has a daughter who lives out there, who unfortunately lost her husband recently. The girl also, hasn't talked to me in.. 25 years, and never said a word of condolence when my mom died. My father was like "Rachel would love to have dinner with you". It s like, why would I put myself out.., to see someone who never contacted me.. My father just loves to justify everyone who hurts me.
Hopefully, I can eventually find clients that will be acceptable to my supervisors. I complain about not seeing my father much, but after tonight its probably a blessing. He'll tell me that he "understands why I'm concerned about my situation with work", then will take potshots at me.
Now I rest for the weekend. No work, no father. Good riddance. Both will be back on Monday, but at least I don't have to think about them now.
After going to a training session last night, and hearing agents being berated.. about "Those who don't have accounts, have to look deep inside at why", and walking out of there, feeling low, and trying to figure out how to secure accounts.. I had dinner with my father tonight.. to be torn to shreds some more.
I told my father how I really wanted to skip Passover, at both his apartment, and his cousins party, for several reasons. One, I didn't like how not one of his cousins, ever contacted me, to wish me well, when I passed the exam. Of course, he had a justification for it. "People don't reach out". Yet, his cousin knew how to attack my mom, 24 hours after my mom's funeral. I also told him how I didn't feel like being in Cheryl's presence,.. so she could shoot her mouth off about me "Getting a job" as I'm working so hard to build a career. I don't delude myself to think that this woman cares a lick about whether I have a career, or a minimum wage job. I just didn't need it rubbed in my face at this point. My father "Claims" he is going to talk to some people to try and help me get accounts, but.. when I see it I'll believe it. Of course, he also couldn't resist ripping my mom to shreds too.
Then came the kicker of the whole thing. I might be going to Minnesota with my friend Barney around the Jewish holidays. My father's friend Marvin, a vicious man, who told my mom he didn't give a damn if my mom was sitting in the street, and who never contacted me to wish me condolences when my mom died,. has a daughter who lives out there, who unfortunately lost her husband recently. The girl also, hasn't talked to me in.. 25 years, and never said a word of condolence when my mom died. My father was like "Rachel would love to have dinner with you". It s like, why would I put myself out.., to see someone who never contacted me.. My father just loves to justify everyone who hurts me.
Hopefully, I can eventually find clients that will be acceptable to my supervisors. I complain about not seeing my father much, but after tonight its probably a blessing. He'll tell me that he "understands why I'm concerned about my situation with work", then will take potshots at me.
Now I rest for the weekend. No work, no father. Good riddance. Both will be back on Monday, but at least I don't have to think about them now.
