In relates to last week’s Monday Thoughts, I think my S.A.D. (Seasonal Affective Disorder) is starting to set in, and it’s worse than before because unlike prior years, I feel like I have absolutely nothing to look forward to this year like nothing in the next 2 or 3 months.
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I have been in quite a bit of meetings at work lately since I’m helping to integrate a piece of software into the current accounting software to help automate a task. Last week, as I was trying to hold a meeting, with my door closed, my mom was talking loudly with my aunt right outside my door to the point where I had to excuse and mute myself and tell her to pipe down. Afterwards, she told me she thought I was talking to myself and got angry at me.
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This is a rant, you’ve been warned!
My adulthood honeymoon came to an abrupt end yesterday when a couple of a$$holes decided it was a good idea to scam me during the busy time of the year. I have been trying to catch up on cash reconciliation since last Thursday and because of customer mistakes, I have to fix it on my end.
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A few nights ago, as I was sitting in my room, reading blogs and browsing the web, mom asked me, “Did you rent a car?”
My head immediately perked up. “Why do you ask?” I replied. How did she find out? Was she looking into my Expedia account? Damn it? I shouldn’t had let her use my account to book her hotels in Japan.
You see, mom has this fear of having her own accounts and accounts under her own name. She fears her identity be stolen or that there is some kind of G-man entity watching her. From the time I arrived in the US, I thought it was weird she’d use my name to open her email account. She’d never used her name for anything, always my name. It’s frustrating. Does my name not matter? Do I not matter?
“You’re taking advantage of my not being here and going somewhere, aren’t you?” Mom said. “Where are you going?”
“How do you know I’m renting a car?” I asked. There was a part of me that felt like she doesn’t know, that she’s just phishing like a cop in an interrogation room.
She didn’t answer and before I could say another word, she changed the topic, conversation over.
On Thanksgiving Day, as I was doing a jigsaw puzzle, she tried to convince me to cancel my trip. “Why not be good and stay home?” She said. “Work on your puzzle instead of going out in the freezing weather.”
Seriously? Why do I need to stay home while she’s galivanting across Japan and China? Who does she think I am? A grown adult? A child? Or a thing on a leash?
That evening, after the evening news and we headed upstairs, as I sat down to catch up with the blogs, she suddenly said, “Don’t dip your head when washing your hair.”
“Oh my gosh, stop it!” I spoke loudly. “Who do you think I am?”
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