Fred, since he came into my life what an I saw he assumes he is everything to me. But worst yet he insists on sleeping on the bed. The worst happened I think something bit me on the back of the ankle last night. I know I should blame Fred because I let him out in the garden yesterday. He might have picked something up or something might have picked him up. It is annoying as he has a lovely little bed of his own by the radiator. I am probably allergic to his hair also. Oh Fred.
Kids, I am not on the outs with my offspring but seem to get in their bad books, since I am probably their main benefactor I would do my level best not to get annoyed at the person who has supported me for so long. How looks after their cats when they need someone, who worries herself to death when they are sick or upset. How pays out small fortunes when they need an apartment down payments? You guessed it, me. Who has supported them endlessly thorough long drawn out educations, me. So yesterday when I heard the phone ring and picked it up and it was the long distance ring. I heard a click like it was hanging up, now who had promised to phone when talking to his father. I am assuming after leaving a nice little poem on the blog of his partner letting her know we missed her I would get a thank you, no. I get a click and a hung up phone. The only way to children so navel gazing as this is to ignore them. Unfortunately the big holiday is coming and they will be looking for a gift well this year the gift will be very reduced. The other offspring has been warned. I have also come to the conclusion that tech media is mind field for unsuspecting parents, the truth is they don't want to hear from us on the sites their friends visit. Parents are to be rolled out and introduced and to vanish unless money is needed and I think that is in all nationalities.
Forgotten alliance, this hasn't been an easy time for my partner. He isn't young although he is an expert in his field. Work in the last two years has been limited leading to a lot of complications. We find ourselves dealing with people we haven't dealt with in a few years. It is always amazing to me when you have to deal with creditor that they can't remember how long you have actually been there client.
Our gas company thanks to the joys of democratic financial systems got bought by the British Gas. The once great gas delivery system who kind and considerate of it clients now can't remember them.
I spoke to a young man as I have to admit I forgot to pay the bill last month due to stress. He told me that our payment record was not good and I hadn't paid since September. I said to him what our about our payment record since 1987? There was silence on the phone. When push comes to shove why do these companies forget the people who have supported them for years? I suppose it is convenience.
It goes with any other supplier. I feel the only revenge is to buy their shares and become a share holder then if they try this you can say well I am a share holder! Then see what the response is. Today's world is perfection, not. Our Grandmother's might have had it hard in terms of household drudgery but dealing with companies hell bent on perfect bank accounts is from hell itself, also. I would give anything to see the world turned back into say the early part of the twentieth century just for to see what manners were like. I have pictures of my Grandmother a shy looking looking woman who dotted on my Mother, a relationship based on codependency whoever I bet people treated her kindly as she looks kindly. I didn't get the dotting Mother, I got the glamorous Princess who's husband didn't get it. I was the husband's child, a relationship fraught with who is caring for whom. In this generation we don't get the dotting parents we get to be the care giver's and we don't get the respect of what our lives have done unless their is a degree behind it. We do get to deal with companies who can only remember us as clients when we pay them on time so they send us even more enticements for their services. My favourite is duct cleaning. I tell them I don't have ducts and I still get them. Respect is a mine field!
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