Thursday, Feb. 15, 2024 - 11:06 a.m.

She already called to confirm I’d be picking her up for her appointment and “I know you’re mad at me about yesterday, we can talk about it.”

Let me be clear I do not want to fucking talk about it. It was not her fault and I don’t know who told her I was mad at her as opposed to mad about being massively inconvenienced by the situation, but hey! I was mad because I got volunteered for emotional labor I wasn’t up for, and so now what comes of that? More emotional labor I’m not up for. And if I refuse it? You guessed it, more emotional labor I can’t opt out of.

Some days I just don’t care if people think I’m a fucking asshole. Today is one of them.

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