Monday morning, around 11:45
"The movie starts at 2:30, so I'll meet you at Gallery Place before then."
Gallery Place, 2:30.
"I'm running a little late. I'll be there in about 5 minutes."
"Fine. I'll go into the theater and get seats."
Gallery Place, 4:45.
"You're mad at me, aren't you?"
"No. I'm not mad. I'm irritated. And frustrated."
"You can tell me you're angry. I'll still be your friend."
"If I were angry, you'd know it."
Every time the door opened into the theater, I thought it was you. Every time. I couldn't enjoy the first 20 minutes of the movie because I was looking at the door to see if you had arrived. After that, I couldn't enjoy the movie because I was fluctuating between worry and irritation. I considered leaving to find out what happened. But, I can't allow someone else to dictate my decisions. I'm irritated that you were inconsiderate. I'm irritated that you couldn't bother to pay attention when I told you the name of the movie and where it was showing. Mostly though, I'm irritated that it bothered me so much and that I can't seem to let it go.
And that 9:30PM phone call attempting to justify what you did by saying that the movie was showing (about 2 weeks ago) at the first theater you went to didn't really help.
So, I'm irritated, cranky, and didn't sleep well last night. In addition, I downloaded a new version of Internet Explorer and it's not working, so I can't get online at home. I have a feeling this is going to be a craptastic week. And, I need to work on changing that ...
To do that, I am going to ...
A) Not give inconsiderate people power over my attitude.
B) Try to get my stupid IE to work.
C) Job hunt like a crazy person and hopefully find a position somewhere, anywhere, that suits my abilities and is challenging.
Not that a new job will fix my life, but it will be a step in the right direction ...