I'm Ashamed of Myself

Today was a quirky day. I woke up at 8:55am and after getting my glasses on I realized that there is NO WAY I would make my 9:00am physical therapy appointment. So I called and rescheduled it.

After breakfast, going through some emails, I finally received a burst of energy and started cleaning. However, this lead to an unexplained pain in my left side. So, since I was in pain, I decided to check my emails.

I had been tracking a pack and play in New Brighton and hadn't heard from her. I sent yet another email asking when I could come and see it. When I got her email indicating that it was sold yesterday morning, I was a little annoyed.

This is where the shameful part comes in. I sent her an email indicating that I had been in touch with her and was just waiting for her to tell me when I could come and see it. Cause I pretty much knew I wanted it. All of a sudden, I got on my high horse and said, you know I should have had first dibs if I had been the first to respond to her about it. I told her I should write something about this experience so other people know when and if she sells something again.

When I sell things, I keep track of who came first, giving them priority over others. She did not. Therefore, I am right in feeling the way I do.

I received an email from her indicating that her brother just died and she was selling everything and moving to be with her family. Boy did I feel like a schmuck.

I always try to be pleasant even in the midst of nasty people because you don't know what that nasty person is going through and here I am quibbling over a pack and play. What does that say about me and the person I am?

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm