“Excuse me, I was here first.”
These are words I had to utter this morning as I attempted to speak to a summer camp supervisor at drop-off.
As another parent gave me a look of complete disgust.
After that same parent came up to talk to the supervisor well after I had been waiting there at least 10 minutes.
There was no mistake, she was completely trying to jump ahead and me and forced me to stand my ground.
I hate that.
Why do *I* have to be the bitch? Why did she have to give me the eye contact equivalent of the middle finger when *she* was the one in the wrong?
I find this happens so often.
Trust me, I have enough bitchiness inside – that I work to control… I don’t need other people forcing me to act harshly just to get a fair shake.
Why does this feel so ugly?
Why do I care what this woman thinks?
How can one little moment leave a stain on your whole day?
I think I need some scream therapy.