Mirrors in Every day scata

Natalia Kills

1:01 pm

Worked early today at Client #5’s house. They left me a Zmas card and a tin of home made cookies :) Very sweet of them seeing today was only the third time cleaning for them. Again, I don’t ever expect anything from the clients. I do my job, keep them company (like with #1) and all that stuff. I make a decent amount of money (I should charge more but, small town, and I want the business) doing what I do.

Now, when I worked at the hospital etc, the pay was shit. The bonus we got at the hospital was a ham. That’s all. Victorian Manor was even worse. If you worked as just a CMA you got absolutely nothing. When I was manager they gave me a hoodie with the damn name of the company on it. That’s all. smh. At the animal hospital we got 100 bucks and all would go out to the Cheesecake Factory, then go shopping. It was really quite fun. Too bad the owner was a twit. I really loved that job when Dr. Sheri owned the place. Eh.

::sigh:: I was going to vacuum down here with the real vacuum but I can barely move my left shoulder. I hit the button on the Roomba instead. I need to rest the shoulder for work tomorrow.

7:12 pm

Talked with a friend most of the night. We both have issues with eating so we can relate to each other. While I can talk the talk, I can’t walk the walk. But, if I talk the talk, I may be able to help someone with my medical knowledge. I’m just bad at taking my own advice. I offer really great support, with research and my own knowledge of things I’ve gathered over the years.

Sadly no one cares enough to help me out the same way. Not that Pam doesn’t cares, I know she does, but she also knows that if she says anything I’m going to buck her right off and say “fuck you, I’ll do what I want” So she doesn’t see the point. And I don’t blame her. Honestly, I don’t. The more you push me, the less likely I’ll do it. She knows me very very well.

I know I could ask her for help, I know I can ask Dakota for help, and maybe a few more friends, but I’m sure each and every one will get sick of me and my “kiss my ass” attitude, so I don’t ask for help. ::shrug::

I did weigh myself on my clients scale today. I like theirs lol even with clothes on (like I’ll get naked at a clients house LOL) phone in pocket along with the pen, paper, gloves… I weighed a bit less than the scale here when I’m nekkid. Yes, I am aware that weight can fluctuate 5 lbs or more during a 24 hour period, but it still made me happy to see it.

Speaking of friends, one of my “sistahs from another mistah” hasn’t talked to me in over a week. All we do is play Words With Friends through fb chat. I guess she finally realized that I was going to speak my mind about her situations. She’s a drama mama. lol makes me look like i’m calm, cool and collected.

I just get tired of it.

Now… don’t get me wrong. I think it’s very cool that people find me easy to talk to. I don’t mind helping people, if they want my advice (and all but one asks for it) I think hard before giving it to them. I hope what I say helps, y’know? I try to be there for people. But when a new problem crops up every day… fuck every hour it gets tiresome, and I shut them down.

eh. now I’m thinking about something totally different that doesn’t fit well.

See ya.