<p>I’m glad you’ve seen a therapist, because you need a professional listener. Do you realize how many, many problems you vent about? And there are always multiple reasons why the help you’re offered won’t make a difference. Really - if you have so many problems with friends and family members, it probably isn’t all them. It seems almost narcissistic to feel as if everyone depends on you and needs to take advantage of you and couldn’t possibly get by without your self-sacrifice. I mean this kindly - please go back to therapy.</p>
<p>To you holier-than-thou helicopter moms who think your parenting is so much better than mine because of my son’s admittedly less-than-stellar behavior … I’m going to enjoy your reactions when your kids go down in flames at State Flagship this fall. If you think they’re going to be at a top-10 party school and not get caught up in it, you’re dreaming. My son may not be perfect, but at least I’m aware of his shortcomings. You think your kids can do no wrong and when they do, it’s someone else’s fault. It’ll be interesting to see who you blame this fall …</p>
<p><em>sigh</em>… Guys, it’s not so much that I know where things are, as it is that I’m willing to look for them. Use your brains and your eyes and <em>look</em>… My time’s just as important to me as your time is to you. Next person who asks me to do “a little favor” is lookin’ for a verbal cookin’.</p>
<p>I’m so tired of being your sidekick.</p>
<p>stop it with the post it notes already…you get paid well for a student and you are not new to the job…solve the minor problems that come up before you dump them on me.
( I really DID say this directly )</p>
<p>Think about those ‘looks’ you give others. We see them.</p>
<p>You’re not cute enough or thin enough to act the way you’ve been acting which is like a real b****. I’m glad you think your friend is so awesome. That kind of attitude works for her because she’s thin and easy. You’re going to get a big surprise. And not a good one.</p>
<p>Dear friend of a friend,</p>
<p>Please, please stop calling our mutual friend complaining how your boyfriend-du-jour is away for 3 days and you miss him sooooo much. Try to remember as you are whining away that HER husband is serving our country in the United States Navy and she hasn’t seen HIM for 6 months. Not to mention the millions of other men and women whose spouses are serving (or have previously served, mine included). Three days is NOTHING so stop being so selfish.</p>
<p>I understand why my job is being eliminated and I’m OK with that but when is everyone going to be told that I’m only here for seven more days? No way can I do what everyone is sending me and I do know what I need to prioritize. I thought the announcement would be made yesterday but nothing so far…</p>
<p>I really, truly appreciate that some of you want to take me out for a birthday lunch tomorrow, and others of you want to do a movie and dinner Sunday, but how did they both seem to land in my lap to organize? The volume of emails and juggling time/location/ etc is starting to take the fun out of these events. How about you guys just handle it and tell me where to be and when??</p>
<p>I am so tired of having to go back and correct your work EVERY time you enter the data I give you. For heaven’s sake - check your work and STOP editing my work. I know what I want to say, and I want it said in my own words. P.S. Your grammar is atrocious. Perhaps there’s a reason I’m in charge.</p>
<p>I’m tired of being disappointed.</p>
<p>Too many cooks spoiled this soup to the point of no recovery! What a mess you have created! And who is left to shovel this manure? Yup, just the two of us!</p>
<p>I’m not a mom, but I think I’ll just take advantage of this thread too…</p>
<p>To mom of a former friend: I loved your children’s company, simply because they were fascinating individuals with tons of enthusiasm, intelligence, humor, and biting wit. We were fine through our middle and junior high school days -why did you have to manipulate them into turning against their friends in high school? Okay, I realize the competition is tough, and there’s only so many leadership positions to go around, but it really stung me when your daughter began barking orders at me to practice her leadership at an EC event, and you pushed her (in the back of the phone mumble) to force me to give up the position I actually loved and (excuse me) deserved more than her. So stop using your kids to bully other people’s kids like a coward and ruining friendships…which, just saying, is probably more important than your obsessive college priorities.</p>
<p>To my worthless counselor: I get it. College isn’t for everyone. Studying your butt off for SATs (which no one does at all!!) isn’t for everyone. Do what you love. Okay, okay, but I don’t want to spend my life playing WoW, watching soap opera reruns, and…what do you call it? Oh yeah, happily raising my kids in a nice, quiet suburb. <em>gag</em> I know what I want, and hey, I could swear that you seemed jealous of your students. That’s not going to work. Stop encouraging us to be housewives and paper-clip manufacturers.</p>
<p>Air conditioner!! You decided to take a break on what is the hottest day of the year so far!!</p>
<p>Shame on you :mad:</p>
<p>I’m tired of pretending that we are one big happy family and just want to be left alone by all of you.</p>
<p>I just feel sad. I thought things were getting better and more and more it’s like it was before. I thought you wanted to get better. I wish you thought you were worth more.</p>
<p>Dear Gas Station:</p>
<p>Why did you spend the money to install radio speakers at the pumps? Now I am forced to listen to awful music from the 70’s and 80’s while pumping my gas. I could at least understand it if you were selling advertising and force-feeding it to me on your speakers, but forcing me to listen to “Midnight at the Oasis” is just cruel. Please turn it off, or I may have to find another (less convenient) station to patronize, so I can pump my gas in peace.</p>
<p>I get that you are a big fancy place with superstar grads from the nearby hot-shot schools and you are not interested in helping out a lowly undergrad from the other side of the continent who attends a no-name school. But, jesus h christ on a stick, give the kid a little help.</p>
<p>For the last 5 weeks you have demanded transcripts( 3 times!!!), references, recommendations, documents right and left. Yesterday you demanded a drug test and the signing of more documents. All of this stuff required him being at home to accomplish it. Today, finally, finally, after countless emails and phone calls, you gave him permission to show up for work in 3 DAYS!! (he won’t make it; it will take him 5 days to cross the country.)</p>
<p>He will climb in his car, and show up as soon as he can without any housing, he is that desperate to work. Thanks for the housing link (NOT)!!! The link you gave him was broken; So my poor kid will be working at your hoity toity place from a camp ground until he finds a place to stay!!!</p>
<p>To the grey-haired, balding, overweight man covered with tattoos who decided that challenging my 18-year-old daughter’s authority as Lifeguard at the town pond was a fun way to spend his afternoon: REALLY? :eek: You spend the afternoon doing flips off the dock after you were told not to, and getting little kids to do “chicken fights” with you after you were told not to, all the while clearly baiting D to get her to yell at you and complaining loudly that this beach is “no fun” … yeah, you were a real impressive example of adulthood. Way to stick it to da man - or the 18 year old girl. And as for “pal-ing around” with the 10 year olds… that’s just creepy. </p>
<p>And to the parents of the 5, 3 and ONE year old siblings who sent them to the beach with floaties while you SAT IN THE CAR - you can’t even see the pond or the beach from the car! - and expected the Lifeguards to babysit your kids and keep them alive - you should be arrested for child endangerment. Even after the Lifeguards tracked you down, informed you that kids under 14 MUST be accompanied by an adult on the beach, and told you that floaties are NOT allowed, you sat on the bench at the back of the beach for a half hour then went BACK to your car! Your baby daughter isn’t even old enough to talk yet! She TODDLED all over the beach! When the lifeguards went off duty at 6, they told you that they were leaving and reminded you AGAIN to watch your kids, but as they left you were still standing by the car with the door open. I pray to heaven that your kids don’t drown this evening. And by the way, my daughter couldn’t give your babies her undivided attention, because she kept having to yell at the idiot who was proving his manhood by baiting the teenage lifeguards!</p>