My ugly purse, rude waitresses, just a witchy mood day

   I have the ugly mood blues, I don't have nothing to lose, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah!  Ever have one of those days!

   It started out probably with my doctors report.  I knew what it was going to say and in a sick way I welcomed the news......Yah.....not in my head......not crazy.....something is wrong....Yah!  Then the reality sinks in.   Does this mean surgery number 11!  How awful is that.  God, what type of woman has 11 surgeries except a wimpy woman who can't suck it up.  Sheesh.   So,  the other day on my drug induced Phenergan and Lortab high I went shopping on ebay.  Oh my God, what a great old purse......must have......must own.   So own it I do.  Can we say compulsive drugged induced shopping spree!   Here is the cutest purse I ever saw and I had to own it right now, right this minute, couldn't live without it even one more second, purse.

             

                                 Conversation with my husband.  

    Is that a jewelry box?

   No, its a purse, isn't it sweet?

   Isn't it a jewelry box?

   No it isn't, its a vintage wooden purse!

   Oh, this is something you bought to sell?

  No, I bought it for me, don't you like it?

    Your not going to use it tonight are you, I mean you don't have time to change purses right now, right!

   Well yes, I was going to use it right now, it goes well with my outfit, WHY?   don't you like it?

    No, No that isn't what I mean't but I was just thinking if it is that special we should save it for a special occasion, like the day we know is going to be the last day we have on earth.....or the day the earth stood still, or some other really special occasion that would really make putting a purse like that on your arm a really memorable occasion........Not that I am saying I don't like your purse.

   FINE......  I WON'T USE IT THEN....... IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT YOU COULD JUST SAY SO.

  Maybe you could get a flowered hat to wear with it (spoken with I think a decidedly sarcastic twist.)

   WELL MAYBE I WILL.......JUST MAYBE I WILL.......sigh, it is rather garish isn't it.....darn......maybe it will sell in the shop....... would you order me just one more porter in a warm glass.

                         The rude waitress

   Ok, maybe not that rude but..... We go out fairly often, once or twice a week.  This is not the largest town so we always go to the same 2 places.   They know us, like us, and take advantage of us.  

   Our waitresses are young, in the mist of all that young person angst, hormonal problems, boyfriend problems, attitude problems.  Since we are a nice middle aged couple,  OK OK,  a nice older couple, they feel free to unload on us how terrible their job is, how terrible their co-workers are, how sick they are of waiting on such terrible awful boring people,  (oh my God not you two of course), and all the other things that pop into their heads.  We are the type of people that other people feel free to unload on because outwardly we are nice people....Sigh and thank God, we ARE nice people but still.  I was mad Rick tips as good as he does.  Because we are such nice people, they will wait on us last because we never Bitch.  Outwardly!  I can always see how busy they are and sympathize. 

   Still...... I am a nurse.  I never, never, NEVER  witch to my patients how busy I am and how awful my patients are and how awful the other nurses and doctors are.  I may think it, but I feel a professional never never does anything to make a guest in her care feel anything but safe and secure, sure that your problems are the foremost and utmost concern on my mind.  No matter how I feel I want my patients to feel better and get better.  It is good patient care and good people skills.  I am good at it.  I would not have a job still if I had the skills some of my favorite waitress impose on us.  We are too nice of people.

   So I am sipping a nicely warm Bully porter and doing my meditation breathing.  Trying not to sweat the small things because really, truely, it is all really small things in the whole entire skeme of things.  Glad that I am so alive I can still have these ranges of emotions to dwell upon.  And deciding good or bad, witchy or not, it is a good thing.   Feelings are good things, and active mind is a really good thing.   Cheers, heres to you all.