Two sides to one coin

I get into work and I dread it. I say very little unless spoken to and even then I say nothing mostly. I feel miserable. He does not deserve me being rude even as much as I think he does in reality he does not. He just instantly gets on my nerves. Yet when she comes in I talk. Maybe it is a food thing. Or maybe it is half the work day is already over and I survived this long so I express my good cheer by talking to her. I don't know. But it annoys me that I can not separate my feelings from my words. It annoys me that I let it get to me so much that others can tell. I feel like he feels my annoyance and resentment but other times I feel like he is oblivious to anyone but himself. Last week he did not want to go to Costo to buy water so he starts throwing money at me and telling me to get it for him. His OWN PERSONAL DRINKING WATER FOR HIS OWN THIRST AT HIS OWN PERSONAL HOME. He was badgering me for five minutes about it. Originally I refused because why should I have to do it? But then decided I would go and take my time. I stopped for gas on the way back. Decided he can pay for my time filling my own personal car with my own personal gasoline. It used to be I did not mind or rather when she asked me to do something I did not mind. But now I hate it when she asks and instantly get bitchy when he asks. And he throws money at me. Literally. One time he did. I had to pick him up from dropping his truck off and take him home to pick up another vehicle and as he was getting out he pulled out his wallet and threw a five dollar bill at me. He feels, and I have noticed this on several occassions, that you can throw money at a situation to get a favorable result. Which is true. But he feels superior to others because he is the one throwing the money. My life has come down to bitching about a person I do not care to associate myself with. I need to learn to put everything in it's own little box. Keep it there until the appropriate time and not to mix things that do not belong together. Lesson for life. Till next time.

We are not going to Guam, are we? -Frank J. Lapedius