I shouldn't bicker with John! It's just that I feel he is so condescending to me and that irritates. I've had so much of that in my life, from men, and would never argue back. I know that I know that I am pretty intelligent and now that I live alone, I guess I feel I can "fight" back to prove it? I just can't believe that he can be so brain-less at times.
Then I look out my window this morning and see him, down on his knees, changing a tire on the neighbor's car. He really is a nice guy.
Today was my day off. That means, I didn't go anywhere in my car.
I enjoyed it! Of course I spent hours on a genealogy and of course I watched my Soap and of course, about 10 minutes into to, Dar barged in.
She looked terrible!!! Hair
She looked awful! Hair sticking up all over her head. Deep wrinkles showing around her mouth and eyes. My Gosh.
"Oh. It's during your program isn't it."
"Yep and there is a hostage situation right now."
"I wondered if you could scan and print these forms for me. I can't figure out how to do it on my scanner, printer, and I need to Fax them to my attorney."
I am so selfish I didn't even take my eyes off the TV. "Just lay them there and come back at 2:30 and I'll have them done."
"I have to take Daddy to get his hearing aids tested at 2:00"
"Okay. When you get back, come on over. I'll have them done."
and she left.
Now, a few months ago, I would have jumped right up and done what she wanted. But--she and most everyone else in my life knows that I don't take visitors or answer the phone from 1-2:00 every weekday--I just don't. She wouldn't miss America's Got Talent for anything in this world, so she can dang well understand why I don't like to miss my Soap--a 50+ year tradition.
She has to Fax all her medical records, payments, test results--all of it to her attorney. She is so unorganized that she can't figure out how to do it. Which papers go where. They all had the same date, so I looked at the different invoice ID numbers on each sheet and put them in order.
Then I scanned each one, saved them in a picture folder with her name and today's date, organized them by the ID numbers and put them in a file folder that said, "Copies to be Faxed". I stapled her originals together and put them in order too. She said she had them all in three piles at home--some for the insurance co, some for where she works, and some for her attorney.
So, I went ahead and made her file folders with stickers on the tabs: Insurance, Meijer, Attorney. How she claims she was such a good manager at so many stores and is so unorganized--I can hardly believe it.
I guess she just needed a good secretary?
I just looked out my front windows. The moon is rising in the east. I think I'll call John and tell him about it. LOL