As I stated in my previous post, I went away this past weekend with Gary & Hannah to finish a job up by Moosehead. As luck would have it (another post for another day on the luck we always have), the person never showed and NEVER CALLED. We left the person 2 phone messages last week asking them to please call if their plans changed because it's a 4 hour drive one way to get there. *@#&*^@ guy didn't call. Oh well, it turns out he didn't go because he thought the weather might be bad and he was so sorry that he forgot to call and blah, blah, blah. It's hard to be so friggin' responsible in life when others just poo poo their way through their own....never wondering how their own irresponsibility might effect others.
Spending ALL those LONG HOURS in the car with my husband has taught me something new about him. When he talks on his cell phone, he drives faster. He didn't believe me when I told him. Honest to God, I couldn't stand it when he was just tooling along, yakking his head off, going at least Mach4 while I hung on for dear life. He seemed to be driving just fine albeit too fast. Where are those troopers when you want one?
When I worked at the cable office, my boss used to always leave early on Fridays and get a head start on his weekend. As I sat there at my desk, typing away on my keyboard, I'd longingly look out the window and watch him and his family drive away. "I can't wait for the day I can do that. Just up and leave whenever I want. Must be nice." I'd think to myself. Well, this past Friday, we up and left early, leaving Chris working and you know what? I almost wept from feeling so guilty. What is wrong with me? Here I am in a position to leave early on a Friday with my family and I'm feeling guilty and almost like I'm doing something wrong. I said to Gary, "Hon, do you feel bad leaving early on a Friday, with your helper still working and you're not?" He looked over at me like I was sprouting corn out the side of my head. "Are you nuts? Of course I don't feel bad. I've worked my ass off for years just waiting for the time when I can be my own boss and I can do this. Nope, notta, not a chance do I feel bad." And I truly think he didn't. I pondered over why I felt this way and he said he didn't. What do you think?