Objective: Have a relaxing, stress free California weekend.
Saturday.
6:50am- Not surprised I wake up this early when I go to bed at 10pm.
7:07am- I can't fall back asleep. I never can. I don't even know why I try. I get up.
8:00am- I tell my mom I want to rearrange my room. I want to move my twin bed to my sister's room, and keep my sister's queen bed. I also want to get rid of my desk and take her small one.
9:00am- Read, with green tea and a banana. Great day to read.
9:48am- Brother says let's move my bed now.
10:16am- We have to unscrew everything. Like, everything. Nothing fits through my doorway. What sucks is that I want to just forget it, but it's too late now. One side of the bed is already disassembled. What sucks even more is that my purpose in moving everything was to make my living situation at home more liveable because I haven't actually lived at home since I was 18. And I don't want to make it more liveable. I just want to get out. But what can I do? Now I'm in the middle of trying to make my room more liveable and I can't turn back. It's like, it's set now: I live at home with my parents.
10:24am- Mother is making things worse by trying to help. Brother is getting frustrated. I'm feeling bad.
10:45am- Finally all unscrewed! Um..does this mean we have to unscrew my sister's bed too...?
11:05am- Unscrewing, unscrewing, unscrewing. Using wrenches because screwdrivers don't suffice. Taking forever.
11:25am- Wondering how this bed is going to fit in my room with the desk. Wait, can I even get the desk out of my room without unhinging the door...?
11:35am- I cannot take my desk out without unhinging the door.
11:50am- All unscrewed, cleaned, and moved to my room. Now I have to move my old bed to my sister's room, which means...
11:59am- More screwing around. We have to screw everything back on. Duuhh~
12:08pm- ALL finished. Even though my bed isn't where I want it and takes up a lot of space and my desk is bulky and not where it should be. Guess this will take more than one day. Also, I feel bad for making everyone help me. So much for relaxing.
12:30pm- Check my phone. I have an email from the magazine I work with. Our meeting that was held tonight is now cancelled because "a few people" can't make it. Very upset. Very upset that I always schedule my life and plans around these apparently not-so-important video call meetings. I know what I'll do. I'll send a very mocking email telling everyone to cooperate in responding to my emails that are sent a week in advance regarding our monthly meetings. Besides, I tell them to speak up if they have any objections and they don't.
12:40pm- Email is written via my phone. It reads:
Hi all,
Just for future references, when emails are sent in advance for scheduled meetings, let's use ****'s example of both responding and 'replying all' to any prior engagements that coincide with our monthly meetings. We don't want last minute inconveniences to stop the rest of us from making plans or going through the hassel of scheduling around the meeting.
Sincerely,
The Email Nazi
12:41pm- I'm smug. I'm satisfied.
12:43pm- I get a text from my editor. It reads:
***** can't make it because she has a family emergency.
Awesome move, Elizabeth. Now I'm an insensitive bitch.
But you know what? I didn't know that, and I thought more than one person couldn't make it since "a few people" flaked. And I'm tired of being the one that always makes a big deal about these things and no one else takes them seriously! Maybe I should quit, or just continue being on staff as The Email Nazi. Maybe I'll call in sick for the next meeting...
Lesson Learned: Just let it lie. Just. Let. It. Lie.
