I just came back from a freelance "opportunity", which turned out to be an opportunity to get blown off. I traveled 30 minutes, to wait in a coffee shop for someone who then cancelled, didn't apologize, and then tried to blame me for it. It sucked. I was so angry that I'd gone and wasted my time.
After deliberating whether to respond to her cancellation text by blowing her to smithereens with sarcasm, I settled for calling her on her bullshit (gently), and then saying we couldn't work with her because her behavior didn't bode well for a professional relationship. This was light rage. I wouldn't have to deal with text insult/combat cause I don't need ANY of that.
I was so glad. I had learned! LEARNED!
She got back to me, confused about the "mix up". No apology, but good luck and all that. And I was at peace.
Until I put an end to that. I felt this nagging: WHAT WAS THAT "CONFUSION" AND NO APOLOGY BULLSHIT!!?!
It wouldn't stop. It was right, and I would be just. So I set her straight - cut her and her bullshit down to size - we argued, and now I felt right and miserable.
When will I learn? Sigh.
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