Hi all! I'm a little stressed right now, but I'll be okay. Will be going to work today.
Yesterday started off badly, when Sheri called me to say she was ready to leave. I said hello, and she didn't answer right away, so I again said "Hello". She replied "What's wrong with your phone?". I said "I don't know." She asked again. Again, I said I don't know. A third time, she asked. Thinking she was having trouble hearing me, I shouted into the phone "I don't know!" Immediately, she replied "Don't you shout at me! Don't you ever shout at me!" I tried to explain that I thought she couldn't hear me. She told me I was lying. Said "Never do that to me again!" I again tried to explain, and she interrupted with You lost your temper! Never do that to me again! Understand?!" I sheepishly replied yes. She told me she was ready to go, so I told her I was going out to the car. Our ride to work {she drives- my car} started out in stony silence. Finally, I told her that since she hadn't worked the day before, I didn't know what change the girls had left in the till. That I had a roll of quarters in the car, and 15 ones, if she needed them. She said thank you, and it turned out she needed the quarters.
She said she was hungry, and onion rings sounded good. Asked if she gave me the money, would I go to the soda fountain at the drug store for some chicken strips and onion rings, just a block away, within walking distance. I did, but I forgot, and got french fries instead. I said I'd go get onion rings, and she said no- that this was okay.
After eating some of it, she gave me the rest.
Then, on the way home, she stopped by her Son's house to let Princeton, her dog, run in the back yard. Told Princeton her Son's dogs, Fonzi and Chachi, wouldn't be there. I thought I'd heard her Son's wife's mother's Sister say at the birthday party that she would come get the dogs, as Sheri's Son was working. We took Princeton to the backyard, and Sheri went in the house, then found that the dogs were home, and let them out to play with Princeton. She told Princeton that she didn't know the dogs would be home. I then commented I thought I'd heard that someone was going to come get the dogs. Sheri snapped that Sylvia was going to come get them in the morning. "Why don't you listen? You think you know everything!" (That's another story about her thinking I think I know everything, being the narcissist I am.)
Anyway, to make a long story short (too late), I've been berating myself, thinking I can't do anything right.