Just back from the town hall. We were out with our friends, S and B, to watch a panto "Sleeping Beauty". The Dame was a friendly postman who delivers letters in the town centre. He deserves a medal for always nice to the folks to the town, helping charities and entertaining us.
Earlier today, the woman, who made me angry and rant about a week ago, brought up a topic of my work as soon as she spotted me!!! (She never learns. Maybe she is too old.) No, I didn't become angry this time. I found her plain stupid and laughable. She was telling me that I should get the house tidied the first thing in the morning and then get on with my my work. Yeah, she was telling me how to run my own bloody life. But the thing is, the first thing in the morning is the time when my brain is the most efficient for my work, and I can't ignore the deadlines to earn a living. And, I'm not a house proud like her. (What she lives in is not a home, it's a show house, believe me.) If she doesn't like the state of my house (inside of the house, I'm talking about), tough luck to her. Also, it was laughable that she was telling me such a stupid thing only because she used to work from home. Guess what work she was doing? Folding hankies and putting them into boxes. I told her that I didn't give a toss about the organised mess in my house. I really really felt like saying to her, "But you didn't need a university dregree for that home job, didn't you?" But of course I didn't say that. Why does she think that I should do what she did?? I will definitely kill myself if I have to spend the rest of my life only cleaning and tidying and gossiping, you know. (They are the only things she does. I know her well, but she does not do anything that you can call as hobby. Well, if being religious is a hobby...)
Better stop bitching about, or I will soon need make-up (to cover my ugliness) as much as the Dame on the stage.
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