My world is getting more and more bizarre. I think I am a magnet for peeps who want something but expect me to jump through hoops to make it happen for them. I'm beginning to think I have MUG ME printed on my forehead.
The mother-in-laws computer (which I bought years ago and gave her incidentally) went on the blink. It was in and out of the repair shop like a fiddlers elbow. She did go on and on about it and gave off to the husband for not getting it sorted. So I decided to do what I believed to be a good thing and bought her a new one from Dell. Well! Was that ever a mistake? She threw a track. Blew up one bunker and caused casualties in another. The United States of America Armed Forces would call that friendly fire. I guess I should be thankful that I only have post traumatic stress and not a missing limb.
I really thought it was the right thing to do because she wanted to make her calendars. She talked enough about them and wanted me to help out even though it was me who made them in the first place.
As I had changed the password on the laptop and promptly forgot it, it wasn't possible for me to do them until it is hacked by professionals.
Anyway. She who will not be named wouldn't even accept the software delivery. She said I didn't live there even though she knew it was on the way. When that women says I don't want it she really means it. The poor guy left it anyway. He had no choice. Probably threw it over the fence and ran.
So I am in the dog house. As I said to her, no good deed goes unpunished. At least not with her. I tried everything in my power to stop the computer arriving but it was built and dispatched in record time. Thankfully she wasn't in when it arrived and a neighbour took delivery. The M-I-L had them put it in her shed. I ask you. Is that the way to treat a gift from the heart? Not in my book!
The old bat, as she is now known as, is an extremely strong willed person. She doesn't compromise but she expects others to. Don't do as I do, do as I say, sort of thing. I told her that I was shocked at the way she reacted. To be honest I am only giving you the edited bits. It is too painful to go into detail. In the end I contacted Liz. She is the best girl in the world and doesn't know it. So kind, so loving, giving, gentle and funny and so not well, but she never gives in. She has enriched so many peoples lives and it is taking a toll on her ill-health. LM went and got the abomination and is going to give it to a homeless shelter for me. How wonderful is she?
So the computer ended up where it was always meant to be. Or at least that's my take on it. I hope it brings joy to peeps in desperate need. I just wish I had got one with Internet access and a gaming spec but the old bat wouldn't have wanted that so I had it custom made for her. More fool me.
I don't think I belong here. I don't fit in with the dog eat dog, back stabbing society that is taking over. OK. I like to give rather than receive but it would be nice if I didn't have to go through hell fire to do it. I truly am confused. Most of the lovely peeps I know work like slaves at the grindstone and few notice. Nowadays people are so wrapped up in their own worlds they don't notice or don't care about others.
I have many friends who are just delighted to talk on Facebook. I know it can be a bad place for kids but their parents let them surf the net without checking up on what they are looking at or who they are talking to.
In my world I have such wonderful Geeks, Freaks. Peeps and Twits. How blessed am I? A wee smile or hello in the town or a moment to shoot the breeze (learned that on the WWW) makes all the difference. Not only do others enjoy the moment but I do too. So many have forgotten what it is like to share with a friend in need.
There are peeps who hurt us and when we tell them what they have done they throw their hands up and say they didn't know what they were doing. Bollocks! They knew full well and did it anyway. When I bought the M-I-L a beautiful birthday cake, and lovely gifts (supposedly from her son) and made her a slap up dinner, as soon as his back was turned she said I looked like Humpty Dumpty. Funny how she doesn't remember it. I told the old boy but he was too afraid to challenge her. My sister on the other hand said, where was your mouth? Why didn't you say "At least I can slim but there is F**k all can be done for you, you evil old bitch".
So sisters have your back. Unless they travel by broomstick ...
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