- 6 years ago
- Wedding: January 2012
The past 24 hours have been pretty crappy. I could use some love and/or links to photos of adorable puppies or kittens, ladies.
To start, my boss is a terrible manager. We had a big project that needed to be finished by close of business yesterday. I told her twice the previous week that I absolutely could not come in over the weekend or stay late on Monday to finish it, but I would be more than happy to stay late any day last week so I could get stuff done. She kept saying no, no, she’d get everything done. Well, lo and behold, I showed up yesterday, and though she did get a lot done over the weekend, it still wasn’t enough. I had to stay half an hour late yesterday, and I ended up being forty-five minutes late to an important appointment. That was after she just disappeared for a couple hours to who-the-hell-knows-where from about 2:00 to 4:00. My coworker and I needed her there to answer some questions, so we couldn’t get stuff done then. Then I showed up today and discovered that she forgot to do half the stuff she said she’d do after I left yesterday. She pulls this sort of crap constantly, and I hate it.
Then, on my way home yesterday, my dad called with some news: my uncle has just been diagnosed with cancer. They don’t know what type or what stage yet. My cousins (uncle’s kids) still don’t know. He’s in the process of moving to Dallas from Indiana right now because he’s now engaged to a woman who lives here (their first date was to my wedding, actually). My dad wants me to start researching oncologists in the area. I’m the only one in the family who lives in Texas, so I have a feeling that, along with my uncle’s fiancee, I’m going to be his main support here. I know that it’s not good to freak out until we know more about the cancer, since it could either not really be a big deal, or it could be a huge deal, but “cancer” is a pretty scary word. I don’t want my uncle to die. I’m trying to remain calm until he sees a doctor and learns more, but it’s hard.
On top of all that, one of my BFFs/bridesmaids at my wedding just set her own wedding date: Oct. 19 of this year. That’s pretty exciting… except that I’m supposed to be a bridesmaid, and Darling Husband and I were already planning a trip to Japan in October. I lived in Japan for two years but came back to the US in 2010. This would be my first trip home since I left. We were planning it specifically so I would be there on the tiny island where I lived on October 19th, since that’s when they’re having their fall festival, the biggest and most awesome festival the town throws all year. We can’t just miss the festival and shift the trip a week in either direction because of my work, so basically the entire month of October is out. Now I don’t know when we’ll be able to go because we can’t afford to go sooner, winter there is cold, spring isn’t an option because of my work, and summer and fall of next year are still over a year away, and I was so excited about seeing all my friends soon. We still hadn’t bought any tickets, so we’re not losing any money, but still.
Worst of all, my friend has known about that trip and that it could potentially conflict with her wedding for two months now. Logically, I know that she chose the date she did because it was the date that worked best for her and her fiance, and weddings are hard, and there was no way she could make everyone happy. The date she chose has nothing to do with me. However, it illogically feels like she could have chosen any of the other dates she was considering, and she chose Oct. 19th knowing full well that it would ruin all my plans just because she either doesn’t actually want me at her wedding or because she decided I was the most expendable of all the bridesmaids. It stings. A lot. Even though I know she really, truly didn’t mean anything by it and that this date happened to be the one that worked best for her.
On top of all that, my period started today, and I feel bloated and crampy, and Darling Husband pulled a muscle pretty badly yesterday, so he’s in a lot of pain, and I feel really bad for him (plus, he’s a boy and turns into the whiniest, most pathetic thing ever when he’s not feeling well, so that’s no fun for me).
Thanks for letting me rant. Now, bring on the happy Internet memes?