I deleted this post because I’m not comfortable with the outcome. I don’t think it’s fair for anyone to assume or make a judgment on something that they truly know nothing about. When you read this journal you get one side…mine. I’m not always blunt and honest. There is a lot to be said for full disclosure and how I don’t necessarily do it when I’m writing my journal entries. I learned a very important lesson with this entry. If and when I choose to vent about anything in my life, I will make it very clear that there are two sides to every story and that even if you are getting my side, you are only getting it in the way that I want it to be seen.
Moving along…
In other news: I got a serious bug up my ass on Friday night and decided to (once again) make some changes. Thank Christ for Rick and the fact that he will run for me at will. I was okay with the new hair, but it wasn’t exactly what I was looking for. I wanted something a little bit wild and maybe a bit more off the wall. My mom (the ever opining, Shirley) thinks I’m going through a mid-life crisis. I freaked her out when I uncovered my new hair color (serious red – as seen in the picture below). And then I bleached the bottom half of my head blonde (I’ll try to take pictures of that tomorrow). So yeah. I spent my weekend sleeping, eating, reading books and making changes. And now I’m going to post this and call it a day because I still need to pluck my eyebrows and get a shower before I get ready for bed.
Food – We made mountain pies for lunch today since we had a fire in the fireplace. This is Rick’s – he had a toasted cheese mountain pie (boring).
Outside – Rick did his final mowing of the season. It looks so much better than it did with the grass all high and leaves everywhere.
Abstract – I’m sewing a friend’s purse strap on for her. It’s a bitch.
Myself – My new red hair.
I’m outta here.
Love the hair-really red! I say if you’re going to do it go all the way. I have a herniated disc and they are painful and stress related. If Dr. Jerk knows about it he was Dr. Dick to do what he did on purpose. Sorry but rude shit like that is the worst in my book. He should know you are high energy and bop around like you do increasing your chances of something like that. I hurt my back at my retail job but didn’t put a claim in because back injuries are hard to prove. It’s the main reason I left after 18 yrs-just couldn’t lift heavy stuff anymore.
Oh, I like that red – can’t wait to see it with the blond!
Yup, we were just watching your back Nance.
But really (grumble, grumble, dick head, asshole. Ok over it.)
I wanna see the hair damnit! I bet its purdy!
EW. It looked as if the pin was going through skin … I thought Shirley’s forearm!
Love the hair colour – can’t wait to see it on a head with a face!
“It would be a different thing if I got hurt due to the negligence or willful conduct of my employer, but my bouncing into a shut door because I’m a spazz and wasn’t aware that it was blocked…no.”
OK I know you said you’re done with this, but you walking into the door WAS his wilful conduct and negligence – he blocked the door and waited for you to walk into it instead of talking to you like a rational respectful person would.
It’s not your fault you weren’t aware it was blocked, he deliberately didn’t tell you he’d done it and then stood there and watched you hurt yourself.
To hear you say it was your fault makes me want to smack your boss upside the head. He’s taken your self confidence and that’s just. not. on. You deserve better.
I wasn’t suggesting earlier that you sue his ass, just that you should see a doctor in case the impact has aggravated your condition and hand him the bill if it has.
I won’t comment on this anymore after this…
Nance, you sound a LOT like my sister did when she was trying to rationalize staying with an abusive boyfriend. “Oh, I was just being a drama queen.” or, better yet, “Oh, I can be really obnoxious myself. He doesn’t mean anything by it.”
What I learned from that experience is that the abused person will only leave when she’s ready. Any prodding from the people who care about her will only create more stress for everyone involved.
So, I will shut up about this from now on and keep my observations to myself.