It's All Better Now

(My Bad!)

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I haven't mentioned MOW since I've had to pick up from the new site and that is because it had turned me into a crabby bitch. When I got there the first day it wasn't too horrible. I had maybe 12 people. And I was training that girl so I had a helper. The next week I had 14 and I was pretty irritated and thinking about quitting, then afterwards I let it go, but then, the next Wednesday I had 16 people and basically went berserk. I was furious and even though I kept telling the helper lady, "I'm sorry if it seems like I'm taking this out on you," I still felt the need to apologize to her the next time I saw her.

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So what happened was, after I fumed and fussed while packing my stuff that third week, as soon as I got to my car I called the office. I told them that A) It was bad enough that they moved the place so out of the way, but B) SIXTEEN people was RIDICULOUS! I was seriously in a rage. She misunderstood me and said, "So you're quitting, you won't be back?" I said, "No. I wouldn't do that, but you will have to find a replacement for me because 16 people is too many." I told her there was no reason I should have two pages of people. Then, THEN, and this killed me, she said, "Sixteen is our maximum and many of the others also have 16 people." I snapped back with "Really? (And you have to picture that word drawn out to last about 7 seconds) ...That's odd, because the lady in there said she couldn't understand why MY list was so long when ALL THE OTHER people's lists were so short." So the MOW office lady said she would call me later after my route and we would talk about this.

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She didn't call until the next day and she told me she had dropped four people from my list. We had a calmer talk because I was comfortably at home on my couch and not out in my truck in the heat in a RAGE. But for some reason, the next Wednesday I was all irritated again and then even last Wednesday, even though My Sweetie took the day off to go with me, I still felt crabby.

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So last night (Tuesday night) I had a very loooonnng talk with myself. I realized that every Wednesday morning when I left the house I would get mad all over again about the new pick up site. I also realized that this accomplished absolutely nothing and just made for a bad day. I decided to be chipper and do something different and I ran my route backwards starting from the north end. That actually makes more sense since the new place is so far north. Yes, another one of those, "Why didn't I think of that before?" things. It was all kinda funny doing it all in reverse and I realized I had parked in front of that fire hydrant and had a good laugh. (I snapped that through the back window of my little truck. And that's the trailer with all those feral kittens.) I won't park there again - it wouldn't be so funny if I got a ticket.

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And after my strange backward route, which went very smoothly, I treated myself to catfish. And it was delicious:

Then I spent the afternoon at Pocket's drinking beer with my daughter and we laughed so hard we had tears. I hope our trip will be like that and I hope the rest of my Wednesdays will be like that.