Flippy - I Rant, You Read

Sunday, May 24, 2009

early morning

Ah, now here’s “real concern”  ROFL (with friends like this…)

First, you have lost your mind.  Nancy, if you are so incredibly smart, and just got FM a couple of years ago why don’t you have any money?  Because you have worked a total of 18 months in the past 12years?  Because you could not work because you had to pee to much.  Because you had a headache and could no show up for work and got fired?  You are in your mid 40’s and you have NOTHING.  I am done being nice to you.  You have been in 2 relationships your whole life, the first woman hid you, the second well we can see what happened.  I have been sticking up for you, even with your brothers, feeling sorry for you.  Now you insult me again???  This illiterate girl makes more money in a year that you have made in a life time, no Leigh-Ann’s income does not count.  You don’t have a degree, you have no skills, you have no job, you rely on your very amazing parents to even buy your drugs for you.  Who is the looser? I just feel incredibly sorry for you, I really do.

This was after the “concerned” email where she accused me of being a drug addict.  I guess if I haven’t worked more than 18 months in the past, then the IRS can stop hounding me for the back taxes that I couldn’t afford after my back surgery and the medical bills.  I’ve been fired from one job, and that was due to a made up reason, because I proved their original “reason” was incorrect with stats of what I’d done at my work-from-home job.  It was a job where I made my own hours, so I couldn’t be fired for not showing up.  They said I hadn’t sent out enough “emails”, and frankly, I thought contacting 400+ people in less than a month was pretty decent.  I signed over 400 bloggers to syndication contracts in less than two years, so I wasn’t fired for lack of work product.  That’s it, I’ve never been fired from another job in my whole life.  Not once.  Oh wait, when I worked at a personal injury law firm, my crazy immediate supervisor fired me, then called me five days later to offer me double what I’d been making, in cash, plus an extra $100 bill each week.  After two weeks of the glorious extra cash, I talked to the attorney and said that if I was going to work there, I wanted it to be legal, and I wanted to have benefits.  So, I was hired “back”. 

Gee, and to try to make fun of me for not having a college degree.  Uh, her husband, my brother doesn’t have one either.  Anyway, I went to college for 3.5 years and didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up.  So, I went to paralegal school after that and got my paralegal certification.  Bah, whatever, Bill Gates dropped out of college, too.  A college degree is not an indication of intelligence.  Maybe being able to spell “loser” might be though.   Frankly, I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know exactly what I DON’T want to be.

By the way, I told my “loving” and “concerned” sister-in-law that I was going to post her emails if she didn’t stop harassing me.  So, she had adequate warning.  By the way, she claimed to know nothing (and I quote, “we don’t know what this hide my whatever is”) about the HideMyAss.com proxy viewing of my blog, but that’s kind of funny because one of the emails she sent me, she had tried to post as a comment on our TiredGirls.com blog, using the email address of .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address).  Er, duh, hmamail.com is from HideMyAss.com.  LOL.

It’s not really fair to have a battle of wits with an unarmed woman.  So, I’ll quit, as long as she stops writing harassing emails/comments to both of us.  Otherwise, I’m going to keep airing her dirty laundry on my blog.  I’m not ashamed of my life.  I’m not ashamed of herniating a disk and needing surgery, of ending up with Fibromyalgia, nor of taking pain meds for, well, pain.  It is what it is.  I’ve actually been in more than two relationships, but since she doesn’t know much about me, I’ll let that go because it’s not important.  Yes, one of my partners was closeted for part of our relationship.  It happens.  It’s not easy to be gay in this world, and it was even harder almost 20 years ago.  No, I didn’t like being a secret from part of her family, but the rest of her family knew and even stayed with us on a vacation.  She was closeted at work because she worked in all-male homophobic mysogynistic company.  She was out everywhere else, with our friends, with my family, with part of her family, etc.  Heck, even *I* wasn’t out to my parents at the beginning of our relationship.  It’s scary to come out to people.  So, no, I’m not going abuse my ex for not coming out until she was ready.  That’s how it works.  We all have our own timelines.  As for my relationship now - well, any of you who know us know that we’ve been together very happily for almost 12 years.  Leigh-Ann was jokingly telling someone at the vet’s office that she was going to run off with one of the vet techs there.  (Leigh-Ann and I *both* harmlessly crush on her - hey, she’s cute!)  The woman that she said it to said, “No!  I’ll cry if you and “Flippy” break up.”  They’ve seen us in good times (when we could afford to bring goodies to the office), in the most trying of circumstances (when we’ve had pets die), and just hanging out.  I’ll stack my relationship with Leigh-Ann up against anyone’s relationship.

Mockng a sick person because they haven’t been able to work because they haven’t been able to find a job that is flexible enough, is so classy.  Yes, I need to find a job that will allow me to work from home because I don’t know how I’ll feel from one day to the next.  That’s why my last job, which was actually more than 18 months all by itself, was a commission-only job, which was fine with me.  In fact, that’s perfect.  I work the hours I can, which allows me to make the money I should.  I don’t know if my s-i-l wants me to put up my tax returns where I had one month of making $22,000, followed by the next month of $13,000, then the third month of $12,000.  Yeah, it was pretty awesome to be number one for “massage chair” in Google.   It was a terrific year of earning.  Actually, I may even have the whole year written down, day by day of what I made.  $500 here, $400 there, etc.  True, it’s kind of depressing that I can’t make that now, but life has its ups & downs.  Like when “Miss I Make So Much Money” called me a few months ago because, omigawd, she discovered that her house was going to be foreclosed on in a few DAYS!  Yeah, apparently she’s just swimmin’ in cash.  But, whatever.  I don’t think a good life is based on how much you make, because obviously Britney Spears kicks most of our butts all over the place in earnings.

Being sick sucks all kinds of ass, being poor sucks all kinds of different ass, but my relationship will survive both because money isn’t everything.  It sure would be nice to have some, but I’m no different than many other people with Fibromyalgia who can’t run out and work two jobs, then come home and feed the kids and clean the house.  Due to post-exertional malaise, which can now be accurately measured, doing that for one week would have me bedridden for at least a month.