It didn't take her long to start...

My last night at the job was last Thursday. I got home around 7:00 am Friday morning. I've been slowly attacking all the tasks that have been "undone" since late last November when I started the job.

Well, it didn't take her long to start in on me. My attitude is bad...I have a tone...it goes on and on...

Evidently, Alex left his shampoo and conditioner in the bath tub, along with some of his hair. His hair is below his shoulders and will remain so until the opera is over. She asked where he was and if he planned on coming back. I responded to where he currently is and then she started on about his hair...didn't he know if it goes down the drain - the drain will be clogged...drain cleaner costs money...why does he do that...yadda yadda yadda.

So, I went upstairs, picked up the shampoo and conditioner and placed them in the shower caddy and then retrieved the hair and threw it away...walked back downstairs and announced that I had picked all the things up...and then the hate spewed over...where does this come from? What is the real source? Why am I always on the receiving end?

She went on and on about how hard she works around here, and what all she has to do...I'm sure she believes that...the truth is, she doesn't do anything to speak of...and we don't expect her to do anything...we don't want her to do anything...I've always been in charge of cleaning - inside and out for as long as I can remember...and I'm trying to catch up as quickly as I can...but you know what...it won't make any difference. She will still find things to complain about and attack us...its sad...really sad...when she started in again, I felt those old feelings...but somehow I was able to fend off what usually ensues when she starts...I don't want to go back there...I somehow must resist those feelings and inclinations...I so have to get out of here...this walking on egg shell business is hard work...it sucks out your soul and leaves you gasping for breath...for life...