So you guessed it, we are having car problems. Justin ended up being really late for school this morning because he had to walk Lylia to day care and then catch the bus. We called around and the soonest we could have it looked at is tomorrow, which is luckily literally right behind Justin's work. Hopefully it won't be too costly. I think more than anything I value a dependable car, and our car has been totally until now. I am sure it isn't a big deal...well I hope it isn't.
Then at work I was talked to by my supervisor about how I am too nice. Yes that is right, I am too friendly with students. I stood there just shocked that I was in trouble for being nice. Oh boy life just keeps getting better and better.
Somehow with all the loveliness that is my life right now, I somehow am not crying. Most likely it is denial. Hope your day is better than ours!
2 comments:
I am speaking as a former "boss", and I have to say you are too nice, but that was one of the things I liked best about you. And still like best about you. I changed when I was told that I needed to change that part about me and I really do regret it. Stick to your guns!
I am glad you got a relaxing day yesterday. Thanks for listening to me vent and giving me another perspective to look at. I appreciate it and you!
When I worked at the Writing Center my boss once said that she could always tell when I was working because people laughed too much. I wasn't quite sure how to take that, but now I just smile about it. Someday you'll smile about it too, because a backhanded compliment can be taken two ways, and I think you should choose to take it as a good thing and ignore that they were trying to make you feel bad. love you lots Kelly and really really sorry about the car. That really sucks (sorry to Mom who will read that word and be scandalized). :) Hope it is something small. We seem to always have car issues and I hate them. Glad you are still smiling. Sometimes denial is a great thing. Not worth worrying about if there's nothing you can do about it.
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