Warning: This is a grouchy ass post with a lot of cussing. 😂
So I’m in an Uber going to work. It cost like 30$. This woman isn’t getting a tip though. Even though she probably needs it for her mental issues.
Man, I’m sorry but then again no I’m not. I don’t want to be SAD that I have to live in a world of people projecting their shit into other becuase honestly. I’m MAD about it.
It’s fn thanksgiving man. And I’m alone. And I’m going to work. I don’t want to be picked up by a bossy ass woman speaking to me like I’m a child.
She said we HAVE TO identify ourselves before getting in the car…… No ma’am we don’t. I drive for Uber too and sometimes I ask their name and sometimes I don’t. Depends on the rider and what they want.
She said “well I tell all the girls to always identify their drivers”
I said “well thank you for looking out for all the girls but I’m 53. I’m a grown ass woman.”
I mean….. I have your fun license tag on my phone. It matched. You’re a frumpy ass middle aged grouch who just shit on my already shitty thanksgiving. Trust me ma’am. If you got sideways with me, the way I feel right now…. id have to beat your ass. I mean, I’m from Nawf Side, Houston. 😂
And I don’t even want to be this mad or sad or upset. Fuck all these feelings yo. I’ve been fighting them all day day.
I’m fine. Really. I’m actually worlds better than I was last year. Worlds.
At least I’m going to work. We have an apartment. I had a nice dinner. I’m making time and half today. I have a warm bed to come home to.
I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine
I spoke to a friend recently who asked me if I’m still writing. No. Not enough.
Not creating. Not doing much of anything to get to the Next level I guess.
I have a drs apt on the 8th. Maybe he can help. 🤷🏻♀️
Anyway. I’m out. I’m almost to work. Let the real fun begin. I have a 1:1 with Hayden today.
I’m certain it will go better than my last one which was one of the worst experiences of my career with one of the most horrible supervisors I’ve ever had to deal with.
Anyway. Happy thanksgiving.