Roller Coasterville again

This weekend was unreal. Saturday was the Occaquan Arts and Crafts Show. It was hotter than blazes and Donna and I didn't sell much(she sold 2, I didn't sell anything). Sunday it rained buckets. I overslept and had to rush like crazy to get Elinor to the airport for her 730am flight.

Then I had to get to church early for nursery duty(Thanks for all your prayers-I did survive).

Listened to the new Pastor at 930am and then rushed home to change clothes and get to Occaquan for day two of the show. Donna had to set up by herself but she did fine and sold 4 more pieces.($344 total for two days). It rained the whole day but it didn't stop people from coming. I stayed and helped break down the tent and all. Although the weekend was tiring, it was great to finally talk to Donna. She has been so stressed lately that I have really been worried about her. The talk clarified many things and I think she needed it as badly as I did.

But it was today that the coaster dropped. I worked my shift and then was relieved by my boss, Sue. She goes out to the parking lot and tells me that one of the ladies says I am picking on her. This is a lady I have had problems with before but I have busted my butt to correct them and now she is making comments again. I give up. I swear that I just want to quit this job and say to hell with it and her. I am tired of it. Sue says that I have to remember that she is 84 yrs old. If that is what it means to grow old, take me now, please.

I do not know how I can work tomorrow because I won't be able to even speak to this woman and she is the first to arrive. Please don't anyone tell me to take her aside and talk privately because it doesn't work. I really don't want to continue at Curves with this. I am angry and hurt which is a dangerous combo for me . Please do not comment on this particular composition. I will work it out but I'm not interested in dialogue at this time. I'm just mad.