How All Good Things Seem To End

Whether I want them to or not.

Sometimes I just have to wonder about the stability of my interactions with others. Things never seem to get this bad with the people that don't matter to me, but I'm always having these explosive blow-outs with the people who I care about the most. And you'd think, if these people were so damn important, I would make more of an effort to salvage things, or to avoid the moment where damage becomes irrevocable and that bridge is burned.

But I don't. Or if I do, it somehow doesn't seem to matter.

Most current applicable situation - my boss. I admired her, wanted to be like her, saw her as the logical, cynical, liberal, Bay Area successful mom that I never had, considered her a friend, spent a full hour of my engagement party drinking with her, and thought we were a team. Somehow, a few mis-steps later, we're not even talking, I am leaving the company post-haste, and she spends her time looking for reasons to fire me. It's now a race against time. Will I leave, or will I be escorted out?

How did this happen? In spite of a Liberal Arts education, several classes in Psychology, living examples of what NOT to do, and a decent brain on my shoulders, I have no clue.

Bad Things I Do That Cause Me No Guilt Pt. 1

I have a confession to make.

I have no dishwasher.

Yes it's true - I am poor.

To make up for this disturbing fact, I frequently come to work with my dirty dishes from the day before to load in the office dishwasher. The following day, I return and claim my dishes (which are somehow always neatly stacked in the cupboard.)

The fact that they are always put away in the same spot makes me wonder if someone knows what's up.

I should feel bad, but I don't. As I said, I have no dishwasher.