Last week was not such a great week over all. It started off OK, but quickly turned south. Tuesday my manager called me in and told me that someone on my team had come to her and told her that they felt like I was being very short and rude and not nice in a general sort of way. This individual also might have mentioned he didn’t like working in such a hostile environment. Now if you know me, you would know I am a by no means a big guy. I also would rather avoid conflict and am actively trying to become a better communicator and become better at controlling my outward reactions. With all the crap that I have been going through with my dad, it is understandable. Notice I didn’t say that it was alright, just understandable. Anyways, my manager is aware of my personal situation, but the rest of the team is still in the dark. I have done this so I have one place where I am still treated as if everything in the world is normal. Also, I don’t have a real personal connection to many people that I work with.
After that whole fiasco, I had an uncomfortable situation with a friend. I have talked to my friend about it and told them how I felt. That has since been resolved, but it was a wonderful cap to the whole evening. Wednesday was spectacularly uneventful for the most part. Thursday I learned that a friend from church lost his father unexpectedly. I knew there was another friend that would want to know, so I talked to them…or tried to. I told them what happened and when and where the funeral were, but they were not really sure if they should go or not. I totally understand, but it’s not like I would send one of my friends to a funeral of some random person that neither of us knew. That would not be funny and it would be very disrespectful to all parties involved. But this made me think, I know scary ain’t it? I started thinking about why me and this person are friends.
“I am really not sure” is what I came up with. It is true that we share some similar interests, but it seems as though we are arguing more times that not. I think that they are very stuck in their ways, and since I do not think exactly alike, they try to force me to see it their way. I have a really good time sometimes hanging out and talking about random stuff, but when I try to have a meaningful conversation, it usually degrades into us arguing and eventually into me sitting there silent cause I don’t want to yell. I know my other friends wonder about the same thing, and I am not sure what to say.
After all that, the weekend was very fun. I hung out my kids (Gavin and Ava). They did bring their parents but we had fun any ways. Don’t you just hate roller coaster weeks? I am so glad I start my vacation in a couple days.