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The reason she is still a friend is that she supports me emotionally and financially in very many ways - down to giving me a car because I can't afford one.
That comes at a price, as I'm sure you can understand. The woman has a very good heart, and I love her. But about once a year she pulls something like this.
Today, she needs gift baskets made up for an auction. She is really bad at this, I am really good. However, they are needed on Friday, and I only have today to work on them. I call her in the AM while I am in the town where the craft shop is. She does not return my call. So I drive the 40 minutes home. Then she contacts me. So I drive 40 minutes BACK down to the craft shop and wait a half hour while she is late getting there. We go in to the craft shop, and she has no idea what she needs to get. So we go out to her van where all the prizes are. She pulls them out over a half an hour, one by one, and puts them on a dog crate she's pulled out from the van so we have something to put things on. Soon, the crate isn't enough so she pulls out a grooming table. We are now taking over a parking spot.
I come up with a list of how we need to organize these prizes, and what we need to package them all in. We head back into the craft store and I get what we need while she keeps browsing and I keep telling her to put stuff back.
We return to the parking lot setup and I ask if she is OK with putting things together now, and she says no, so I decide I will quickly put these things together for her. She decides we need to get into the shade because it is hot. She pulls half the stuff, shopping carts and the table over across into ANOTHER parking space. Note: now we are taking up three!
I start putting these gift baskets together as fast as I can, working around the ones which are missing pieces which she has gone to buy. She comes back with the stuff and plops in a chair and watches me put 7 gift baskets together and wrap them up in cellophane bags, with curled ribbon on them. This whole process I describe takes no less than THREE HOURs. In which the manager of the craft store approaches me and demands to know if we have set up a shop in the parking lot. Several plaza shoppers stop and ask what the hell we are doing. Many others are going by and laughing at us openly.
I keep saying - "this is not your problem" "this is not your problem". I get done and help her load the stuff in her van and FLEE.
Am I an indentured servant? Yes. I owe her many things, and today's extreme behavior is just one of the prices to be paid.
She is a good-hearted wonderful friend. I just want to kill her sometimes.
The reason she is still a friend is that she supports me emotionally and financially in very many ways - down to giving me a car because I can't afford one.
That comes at a price, as I'm sure you can understand. The woman has a very good heart, and I love her. But about once a year she pulls something like this.
Today, she needs gift baskets made up for an auction. She is really bad at this, I am really good. However, they are needed on Friday, and I only have today to work on them. I call her in the AM while I am in the town where the craft shop is. She does not return my call. So I drive the 40 minutes home. Then she contacts me. So I drive 40 minutes BACK down to the craft shop and wait a half hour while she is late getting there. We go in to the craft shop, and she has no idea what she needs to get. So we go out to her van where all the prizes are. She pulls them out over a half an hour, one by one, and puts them on a dog crate she's pulled out from the van so we have something to put things on. Soon, the crate isn't enough so she pulls out a grooming table. We are now taking over a parking spot.
I come up with a list of how we need to organize these prizes, and what we need to package them all in. We head back into the craft store and I get what we need while she keeps browsing and I keep telling her to put stuff back.
We return to the parking lot setup and I ask if she is OK with putting things together now, and she says no, so I decide I will quickly put these things together for her. She decides we need to get into the shade because it is hot. She pulls half the stuff, shopping carts and the table over across into ANOTHER parking space. Note: now we are taking up three!
I start putting these gift baskets together as fast as I can, working around the ones which are missing pieces which she has gone to buy. She comes back with the stuff and plops in a chair and watches me put 7 gift baskets together and wrap them up in cellophane bags, with curled ribbon on them. This whole process I describe takes no less than THREE HOURs. In which the manager of the craft store approaches me and demands to know if we have set up a shop in the parking lot. Several plaza shoppers stop and ask what the hell we are doing. Many others are going by and laughing at us openly.
I keep saying - "this is not your problem" "this is not your problem". I get done and help her load the stuff in her van and FLEE.
Am I an indentured servant? Yes. I owe her many things, and today's extreme behavior is just one of the prices to be paid.
She is a good-hearted wonderful friend. I just want to kill her sometimes.
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