Don't EVER Dismiss Me in meh...

Before writing this, I had to think of whether or not I’ve spoken to someone in a dismissive tone during the course of my life or business. I’ve been annoyed with people, I’ve resigned that people are just stupid and have conceded, but I’ve never just taken on a dismissive tone with anyone except my kids pleading to get out of a punishment.

So I found out why I’ve not seen ANY of the fan fare when it came to getting my son together for school.
1) School had my entired address messed up
2) They gave me a home phone number that upon further investigation may have been my son’s first cell phone number which I’ve NEVER put on any paperwork.

Since school starts MONDAY and I still had yet to receive information, I called the bus company to see if he had a bus schedule. They had his name and student number and even my name right, but phone number and address?? Well I won’t reiterate. So they told me to call the school, which I did. The person that answered the phone wouldn’t listen to me. “Has he been accepted??” I’ve already been there, ordered tshirts- “That doesn’t mean he was accepted-” Ma’am I’ve received an acceptance letter via email. I wasn’t aware of anything with school starting, he doesn’t have a bus schedule and I’m just trying figure out– “Today is the last day. It’s a make up day. You’re just gonna have to come up here. Thank you.” ::click::

My first instinct when I’m pissed is always to punch somebody in the face, but that’s just because I’m a woman with a lot of pent up hostility at the world so all is fair in the game of punching people in the face. Then while the anger is stewing and I’m frustrated beyond belief my eyes tear up. When I’m trying to get someone to listen to me and they don’t, I am reduced to tears. Yes. I am THAT freaking sensitive which is why I’m always cracking jokes and being silly. I’m masking my pain damnit. LOL

Anyway, I had JUST arrived at work and was making all of these phone calls. I then had to call my visitor services team to let them know I’d be gone for a spell. I had to, HAD to take care of all of this. So there were somethings that I didn’t have and somethings son will have to take care of when he arrives at school. I didn’t pick up any of his books. I should have, but I didn’t. The person with his locker combinations wasn’t where SHE was supposed to be. I was already there for nearly two hours. (I start work at 8:30; when I left it was shortly after that.)

I promise you this is why I don’t circulate amongst humans. They can be some serious assholes. Got me all sweaty. I had this whole 80’s rock n roll grandma thing going on. Band t-shirt, blazer, matching necklace, hair in a fro-hawk/negro mullet type thing. Damnit I was real cute and to sweat after I worked so hard last night to make sure that I would NOT have to sweat so that my hair would remain big. Damn right I feel some kind of way about this. Natural hair is high maintenance. Everything is high maintenance. Ugh.

But again, life ain’t really all that easy or fair for that matter…

Until next time.

Kindest regards,
Sister