this weekend update

I couldn't sleep last night, I was too upset, which is not like me. I can usually crash in minutes. I decided that I needed to write an email to the responsible parties for the trash in my yard. I'm sure they had a good time doing it, I don't mind that they did do it except there's so much of it. I don't own a truck anymore, I have to pay to remove my garbage, what am I suppose to do with a bike, desk with multiple shelves and various other bits and pieces of crap? Also, I don't really have the time to pull out my ladder (cause I'm not tall enough) and rip off (now soggy) pads off my windows and clean off the sticky part? Like how I explained to A when he was a little kid, there is "fun teasing" and "mean teasing" and this just felt like mean teasing. I admit, it made me cry which actually surprised me but I'm guessing that I'm also PMS-ing which doesn't normally bother me but I had my fill with various assorted relatives and all of their personality disorders...I was in the mood for quiet time and catching up for the week.

2 of the 3 people who I sent the email already offered to help clean it up, which is okay but I'm still hurt and feel uncomfortable around them and all for what? and when I start thinking about this, I get mad. I think teasing is okay but you have to be really aware of when it's too much. When it would take me at least a couple of hours and who knows how much money for extra garbage, it's too much.

I got a call for a job interview that's a couple of hours away, good opportunity and I'm trying to figure out if I should interview for it or if it's only in response to being mad at R, E and K.

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So, a little more than 7 years ago, I started growing out a small bit of hair on the left side of my head while keeping the rest of it short...you may know this as a rat tail, I kept it braided. I'm not exactly sure why I grew it but perhaps it coincided with working for a large corporation. Perhaps it's because I tend to change things ever 7 years or so. I've been thinking about finally letting it go and today at work, while speaking with a kindred soul, I mentioned it. He offered to do it when I was ready and told me just to email him. I probably surprised him by handling him the sissors. While he was snipping it off, the woman whom I've been covering for walked in. Hey, nice to meet you, I'm just cutting my hair! I've got it in an envelope and will likely be mailing it off to locks for love or something like that as it's 15 inches braided. I also realize that I tend to cut my hair when I'm angry....see recent posts.