People

I don’t get people.

They find out that I am pregnant and utterly miserable with nausea. And what do they do thirty seconds later? Start showing me pictures of some baby someone recently had and talking to me all about this other person’s baby, whom I never even will meet and usually whom I have never heard of, by the way. I don’t normally care to see photos of random people’s newborn babies in the first place. Why would I want to see them now, when I am hating the experience of getting to motherhood? So I can feel more frustrated about how much longer I have to suffer before I can my own newborn? Because that’s what happens. Every time.

Ugh…

Also, the maid was kind of a total jerk today, and it sucked. We overpaid for a service because we were in desperate need. The service was also crappily done. I didn’t ever complain to the cleaning team or their boss. I asked a few questions about cleaning products and what all was included. She asked me directly to tell her if there was anything I wanted done differently or better. So, I sent two photos after the next cleaning, just to show how the bathroom was literally not clean, and I asked very kindly that the bathroom have more attention than the rest of the house. She said we have a lot of stuff and it’s hard to get through everything each time. I agreed with her and said again, as I had said when we first met, that the bathrooms were the most important thing to me and where we really wanted the help in the first place. She said they’d do better the next time on it. The only difference the next time was that they opened up and rearranged our entire cabinet storage in the bathroom… one of the few areas in our home that actually are very intentionally arranged, and that I personally feel is an off-limits thing – don’t mess with people’s toothbrushes and all when they’re hidden away in a cabinet. Nonetheless, my husband was also very frustrated by it and has never liked the service, he’s been much more against it than I have, and he’s had maids throughout his life. He just felt like they did a terrible job here, and I eventually had to agree. For what we were paying, they really weren’t doing an appropriate job, nor were they doing everything they claimed to be doing – if you clean all the doors, then why does this door have visible dust on every indented area? Anyway, I sent her a message today and thanked her for all her help, said we won’t move using her service anymore, as it doesn’t offer what we need; but thank you, again, and I wish you good luck. She replied with an ‘Okay, gracias,’ and then eventually sent another message saying that, ‘the truth is, of all her clients, I complain the most, and, though they tried very hard, they never could please me’. What the actual, people?(!!!!!!!!) I just don’t see how the interactions I had with her equate to complaining, let some complaining the most and never being able to be pleased. In all fairness, we weren’t pleased with the service. But we never communicated that and always gave the benefit of the doubt. Plus, we were grateful for the help. We wished it were better help, but we were still grateful. And by asking once, after her saying to do so, for them to do a better job on the one room I had always said was what really mattered to us, I because the client who complains the most and can never be pleased. The irony is infuriating. I fought so hard for her and her team with my husband – he wanted them gone from the start. He then extra wanted them gone over a month ago, but I fought to keep them. The lady seemed very much not grateful for this fact. Aaaaarrghjjhgggaaahhh!!!!!!!

Stop being so mean, people(!). Please(!). It really, really sucks.

Fortunately, I don’t have to deal with her anymore, so I can move onward in life. Just have to finish being pissed off – and figure out why I’m so particularly infuriated, so I can let it go – and then I’ll be free to wander forward happily in life.

Ugh.

People sometimes really suck.

God, heal my sore tummy, please, while making my baby healthy and well and growing well with me. Keep my husband safe, please. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2024