So apparently I am the person to go to.. to call, to whatever when someone is pissed off about something else. I just got my own door slammed in my face from the friend that lives in the back apartments.
I get it she’s pissed.. just as she knocked on the door, her son called me in tears (he’s 18 and hates when he cries) He’s coming home from school because he got in trouble for leaving the school grounds to go get his friends phone with him.
So he’s on his way home, and my friend started yelling that he didn’t want to deal with this B.S. She wouldn’t even talk to her son, so as he was telling me to apologise to her for him, I get my door slammed in my face.
I get it, you’re pissed off about something, however I have been nothing but supportive for you and your son since you moved in. I am so not impressed right now, I don’t think it’s fair that I have to feel the brunt of you’re anger when it has nothing to do with me.
This is why I don’t like or understand people.
Today I get to go get food for the cats, plus for us. On top of everything else I have to get a rabies shot for one of the new cats because she bit me because I scared her. I have to wait until next week though since she is quarantined for 10 days. How awesome is that!!