Well, I can't say that things are going so great. Right now, my attitude stinks. It pretty much amounts to me being depressed... even though I'm still on anti-depressants and supposed to go off at the end of this month. Seems like a bad idea at this point.
I am about as unmotivated and prickly as can be. H in his ever supportive way, just criticizes me for grousing. Gee that makes me feel much better, to hear that it's not really so frustrating, it's just me. Even if it's true, I'd like a little sympathy for putting up with a boss who wants me to read his mind, juggling the demands of Italian club members who think that think they are more important than anyone else in the club, and being bored out of my mind all day for the sake of paying the mortgage. Plus it seems like there is a dirth of civility going around everywhere lately.
Besides being shouted at twice this week by a crazy Argentinian woman, who thinks that she can give me orders and I can carry them out without regard to the other 130 members of our Italian group; I've been dealing with some very ungrateful people at work. I've spent three days trying to find hotel rooms and cars for people traveling to Louisiana, only to hear whining "I don't like bed and breakfasts," "I don't want to share a bathroom," and "I don't want to drive an hour to get to Lafayette every day." (No kidding. I'm sure the people in shelters would like turn down service and jacuzzi tubs, but that ain't happening either.)
It's as though these people don't realize that we're sending them into place where there is a housing and transportation shortage. When I talk to the hoteliers in Louisiana, they are telling me stories of guests sleeping on floors, sofas and air mattresses; yet I'm managing to get my people rooms with beds and access to running water. When I get them a room they complain, "... BUT I NEED A CAR!" When I get them a car they complain, "... BUT I NEED A ROOM!" They are failing to realize that getting either one at this point is no easy feat. Bless the woman who actually sat on the phone and talked to me about it for a while today. She was griping about sharing a bathroom until I told her she'd be taking over a room in a bed and breakfast where a search and rescue team had been sleeping on the floors for the past two weeks; and the room came available because they were going to move to a tent city in New Orleans. She said, "Oh... I take back what I said about sharing a bathroom. I don't mind now." A glimmer of light in this otherwise ungracious world.
I can't wait to climb into bed tonight, but I'm not looking forward to the waking up part tomorrow.
