Crush

My first journal entry on this site, and it is not a good one. It started out a good day. It was pleasant, and I did well on my first set of transcription jobs – always a bonus and boost to confidence and morale. But that changed rapidly. My roommate, freshly returned from a stint in alcohol detox – has already relapsed. She’s only been back a day. Worse, she is talking about getting a dog.

This is not a well though out idea and it pretty much wrecked my day. My dog is going to flip her shit. Even worse, my dog was acting very strangely today. I can’t put my finger on what’s wrong but I am writing now because I have been up most of the night trying to soothe her. She was behaving very restlessly for hours, though she has finally calmed down and is sleeping. 

I’ve jumped way ahead though because before all of that I was sitting on the floor with my back against the bed to try and calm Nikki. Nikki’s restlessness can explode into hyperactivity – and that is what happened when my roommate came in. 

Let’s cut to the chase. I am going to call my roommate Gerri. Gerri tottered into my room to show me something on her phone and my dog bounded up, tail wagging furiously. I was moving to try and grab her to control her and the next thing I know, Gerri has fallen over on top of me and she landed on my head.  I am really lucky she din’t break my neck, but it still doesn’t feel good and now my shoulders are starting to really hurt. 

Is this when you just throw your hands up into the air?

She’s complaining about money but sabotaging all of my efforts to work. She is sabotaging her own job. She can’t tell me that I don’t give a damn when I have had MORE than three job offers. One is hanging in the ether as we speak. But I cannot take a job that has me talking to people live – when my roommate and her daughter are screaming at one another on a daily basis. It is pretty painful to my psyche to know what I am missing out on, though I try to compensate by finding other means for income. I am going to have a problem if I can’t get this headset to work. It appears to be among the casualties of her fall because I had it on when she came into the room, and now it’s not working.  I’m pretty worried about it. I am not going to try and tackle that until tomorrow. I’ve just had enough for one day.

It is finally quiet enough that I am going to try and get some sleep.

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