Another Week Comes To A Close...

So, first I shall give you my last Word Of The Day, and then, the rest of this entry is really just me complaining. o_0 Don't worry, I'll try not to turn this into one of those annoying emo-blogs. Just, sometimes, one needs to vent, yes? Well, today I vent.

Alright, today's word was:
Presage:
noun. 1. An indication or warning of a future event; an omen. 2. A feeling or intuition of what the future holds. 3. Prophetic significance. 4. [Archaic] A prediction; a prognostication.

transitive verb. 1. To indicate or warn of beforehand; to foreshadow. 2. To have a presentiment of. 3. To predict; to foretell.

intransitive verb. 1. To make or utter a prediction

"Although the enlightenment and liberation which had been expected to come after the war had not come with victory, a presage of freedom was in the air throughout these post-war years, and it was their only historical meaning." -Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak

Ok, so I don't actually know how many times I used this word today. I liked it, and was using it for everything all the time. I know I got it in there at least five times, though. It was fun. ^_^

I've enjoyed doing this Something New Challenge. Remember to check back on Monday to see what the new Challenge and Recommendations will be! The Something New Challenge offers a presage of challenge indeed!

Ok, so on to the venting. I actually wrote this first, but then I thought I ought to get the word of the day in there before I went on my little tangent, so I moved it down here...

Well, it's Friday evening and my father is short one gallbladder and resting peacefully at the hospital- where Virginia ditched me. I asked her to picked me up from the hospital two weeks ago, and then Wednesday she agreed to take her cousin to visit their family today. They live about 2 1/2 hours away, but Virginia assured me that she would be back to get me at 1 without a problem. However, when I called her this morning to give her directions, she asked if she could come get me later, and told me to call her back around 2 and she'd let me know what was going on. Well, when I called at 2, she was playing bridge with her family and was so loath to leave that she had called a friend of hers (that I have only met once) to see if she could come get me instead.

Needless to say, I was slightly annoyed by this. I told her not to worry about it and paid the $30 my father had given me for dinner and gas money to take a cab home instead.

What bothers me about this isn't that I had to spend my money for food to get home, or that I got home so late and it was a big huge hassle. What bothers me about this is that Virginia has done this to me about four times already. If she didn't want to do it, she should have just said no. Or at east told me I would have to find a different ride on Wednesday. Granted, I would have still been a little annoyed, but at least I would have known and had money for a cab AND food.

I've never ditched her when she needed something from me. I've never told her no when she's asked for hep with anything, or for me to watch her kid. I give her gas money and try to always pay her back when she lends me money for anything. I've even allowed her to rearrange my schedule to better help her! Like when she decided that me coming over all day on Saturday to help her wallpaper wasn't enough, so she had to keep me from when school let out on Friday (after one of her god awful club meetings) until Sunday afternoon instead.

I went with that, because she's my friend and needed help. But I'm so sick of her selfishness now. When my father was sick- he had the sinus infection from hell- I wanted to make him my chicken soup, but she needed my help with something or another, so she bought him chicken soup he doesn't like and came over with it so that I would have no reason not to go help her. When I wanted to spend a day with just my sister and go see Harry Potter, she insisted that she come along, because she would feel stupid going to see it without a kid. When I told her that I couldn't watch her kid on Valentine's Day because I supposed to have a date-like-thing, she decided that she would drop her kid off at my house in the early evening and then come get him at nine since I stay up so late anyway. It obviously wouldn't be a problem for me to have to push my date off until ten at night, because her and her husband needed that day off. And then she was an hour late picking the kid up and my date was so mad at me because we ended up not having time to do anything! That was the only chance I got to go on a real date with that guy, by the way.

But she doesn't care about any of that. She'll pay for my lunch the next day and she thinks that makes it all better. She thinks that she's such a thoughtful and generous person because she'll give me rides home (but only if I'll cancel any plans I might have had and run her errands with her instead) or buy me lunch (but only if I help her with her homework while we eat) or "pay me back" for hours spent cleaning and wallpapering and painting her house with a cheap dinner at a Chinese buffet.

And the worst thing is, I let her! Because, don't you know, I'm the imposition. If I'm asking for a ride, well, beggars can't be choosers.

What the hell is wrong with me? Half-assed help is no help at all, right? I should think of it that way from now on, right? *sigh* Yeah, well, I'll try...

Until Monday, my ever present little Ryls,
~Swanky