Thursday, April 29, 2010

Cranky Panky

I don't want to teach today. I got a call from a Musika representative yesterday, telling me that a mom is disputing charges. She is saying that the kid only had ONE lesson. Which is technically true, if they hadn't told me 5 minutes after the lesson was supposed to start, that the kid doesn't want lessons anymore.

Now I find out she is claiming that I knew about the cancellation ahead of time and had "recommended" that the kid stop lessons because his "hands were too small". What the hell? Nothing wrong with the kids hands. I was IN her house, AT her piano, and had already taught the older brother his 30 minute lesson. She told me about the younger brother not wanting lessons, DURING his lesson time. That's what I call a "same-day cancellation". I guess what it comes down to is that this woman is refusing to pay for her son's temper tantrum. How am I supposed to just show up at her house today and teach the one kid, knowing she is lying to my employer? This just sucks.

Yesterday was sucky. Work was awful as usual. I got yelled at by my account executive for something I have no control over. I have been off work for 5 days, and she wanted to know why I hadn't made more appointments for the upcoming events...since she called 4 days ago. I guess they expect me to make phone calls from home now?? Geeze.

I'm a crabby bitch these days. I don't know if it's the diet, or what. Could be the MS I suppose. Mood swings and depression are part of the deal, I hear. I just wish I could pull myself together, so I'm not a miserable fiancee to Terence. This god-damned itching is unbelievable. Between the hours of 4am and 6am, I am awake, and my whole body is covered with bruises and marks from my scratching. My mind races, and I can't sleep. Every noise seems exaggerated. I can't lie still.

Yesterday Terence's family cat passed away during surgery. He was only seven, and a wonderful little orange guy. He had a lot of health problems. No more suffering for Winston.

I am enraged by the news of cats in the area being doused with gasoline. I hope whoever is doing this is caught NOW. Too bad dousing that individual with gasoline isn't an option. I would volunteer. Everyone knows that cruelty to animals is a precursor to serial killing. I'm so angry.

I don't like V8 juice. Tastes like soup, which is fine, if you're expecting SOUP.

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