Saturday, April 16, 2011

Bossy bitches and other women who annoy me.

I deliberately left out men who annoy me. I see so few men that they don't blip on my radar anymore. But the bossy bitch that is dinging my bell at the moment is someone I can't do a thing about. My mother will put up with the annoyance to keep the peace. Now there are four beds in the room. Four spaces that belong to the residents, it's their home space. Photographs, television, radio and in mother's space enough craft crap to last for the next 20 years. I ought to know, I'm forever tidying and throwing out the odd bits. The day room and the activities room are for socializing, talking, playing bingo, eating and in mother's case, supervising the unloading of the day's craft crap for her to play with. This is where there is not a defined personal space. The only problem is that mother is so social that everybody tends to gravitate around her so every so often she'll stay in her room for a bit of piece and quiet. Miss bossy bitch will actually wheel her mother all the way from the day room to my mother's side in her personal space and leave her there, for company. Not much you can do about that when both are in wheelchairs. Last night bossy bitch asked (asked?) mum to turn off her Dvd viewer so she could show her all the photos she took at Williamstown. Mother said she would have liked to have taken a page out of my book and told her to fuck off (I do that?) but she made do with a firm no. This is the equivalent of walking into a neighbour's house, turning off their TV and plonking on the couch to show family photos. It's a personal space for FFS! When I rang, Bossy Bitch and son, Obnoxious bastard, were taking their charge out to lunch so mum told me to ring back. She didn't want them to hear about what her doctor had said or what was ordered from the pharmacy as BB is inclined to tell her what she should be taking, naturapath wise. Just what I need, mother taking something to turn her into a BB. Oh bless blogger save! All the lights and my puter just went out. Back now. The other women who annoy me I can't talk about, one of them is due to walk in any moment and I must go and sharpen my talons not that she's smart enough to realized she's being insulted. No wonder my blood pressure is 188 over stroke. And I'll be in an diabetic coma about 5 o'clock since I've just gone through a box of Cadbury's Roses, the addict's equivalent of $2 sherry in a brown paper bag.

14 comments:

The Elephant's Child said...

Aaaaargh. Essentially a woman with no concept of personal space (for anyone other than herself I assume). And what a shame your mother doesn't tell her to fuck off. Politely of course. And what is it about medication that people feel entitled to put in their 15 cents worth with no qualifications of any kind other than being an interfering pain in the arse.
It sounds as if the chocolates you indulged in were a medical necessity. And I see blogger is still witholding paragraphs from you. Humph.

Andrew said...

$2 sherry. Yum. Must be time for drinkies. Just the one thanks.

JahTeh said...

EC, the cat is screaming so I'm just about to log off. Blogger demands that I use new editor but I'm stubborn.

This woman has been told off by the DoN so many times and the son as well but it does no good at all. No empathy for other people and absolutely no concept of personal space. On the first day there, she rushed over and hugged and kissed my mother and I don't do that, I'm too concious of coming from the outside to someone who is confined inside. And she gave her soap, perfumed powder and air freshener, all of which mum is allergic to.
The trouble is, when I blow, I will not just blow but erupt.

JahTeh said...

I loves me a cheap gay drunk, have another, drop yer knickers and let's dance the tango.

The Elephant's Child said...

Erupt. It does help.
On one dreadful day when my mother was lying on the lounge room floor pissed out of her brain she rang me for assistance. I wasn't home so she rang my brother. When he got there she was too drunk to let him in, and she wouldn't let us have keys. So he threw a brick through the window to break in, and threw abuse at our mama from the street. I have always been sorry I wasn't there to see it. And no, it didn't change anything, but he felt (temporarily) better.
An unedifying glimpse of our family life, but sadly true.

River said...

I say erupt, just like the other commenters have said. It may give Miss Bossy something to think about.
Blogger is having fun over at my blog too. It won't load photos that I've uploaded from a different camera. Hmpf!!

R.H. said...

A genuine wino would mix cheap plonk with metho ("charge it up"). I knew a bloke who drank metho and Fanta one Sunday arvo when he couldn't get anything else.
What a life. Yes, and what a society, who's running the damn thing?

-Robert.
(Memo to self, stop asking silly questions)

R.H. said...

Poor mother, life on wheels ain't easy.

Jayne said...

Speak to DoN, give her fair warning you're close to erupting, then erupt.
Throw in words like AVO, harassment, personal intimidation, inappropriate behaviour, interference, breach of privacy, loss of dignity and civil law suits.
One (council-owned) home I worked at there was a doozy of a daughter who'd never accept her mother was in God's Waiting Room,kept annoying staff, other residents, their families, took over almost everything until someone from HR put it in plain legal language with CLEAR boundaries she was NOT to cross. Heck, they even put a time limit on her visits as she wouldn't leave til almost midnight sometimes!
The DoN and/or owners have the responsibility and the right to state these same boundaries to this chick while outlining the legal ramifications she could face if her continued behaviour results in loss of income due to staff/residents leaving, possible compensation/court cases the home itself has to address due to being unable to provide a safe home-like setting for each resident.
They've given her fair warning, they need to take it further now, it is unacceptable for residents and their families to have to put up with this self-indulgent behaviour.

Gerry said...

Erupt? Nah... Go nuclear.

Jayne's suggestion is excellent.

Kath Lockett said...

This is your mother's time to tell everybody and anybody* to FUCK OFF. I'm looking forward to doing exactly that when I'm in Whispering Pines, clad in depend undergarments and wearing a knee rug for warmth on a 42C day.

*except you

JahTeh said...

Unfortunately when you're in mum's position, it has to be left to the DoN to do the dirty work. I must say that Mum, in her own way, can fix this tart.

River, I object to blogger trying to make us change for the sake of change. Google owns Blogger so we are captive.

Robbert, the wheel chair cost $6,000 and is state of the art. We should forget a casket and use the wheelchair. I'm just glad it didn't come with turbo thrusters so she could zoom the shops herself.

Jayne, my sister has the same trouble with family and just says no, you can't take them out, they're comfortable in bed. The DoN has a quiet word with mum to see if it is really bothering her and they sort it out between them. Unfortunately she's away for 5 weeks and it's a bit hard to dump this on a temp DoN.

You know not what you say, Bear. Me, nuclear, ask Davo.

Kath, my mother says she never swears but then she doesn't remember the last 4 years. Let me give you another example of their consideration for other residents. Obnoxious Son and girlfriend lying on the bed having a snog while BB was trying to get her mother to exercise,all in full view of my mother.
I can just see you at Whispering Pines, picking up litter in your motorised wheelchair with a wicked little stick with a wicked sharp nail on the end.

Middle Child said...

Don't get me started on naturopaths - there is one bitch of a "healer" basking in her thousands who is directly responsible for my son in law losing his leg when it should have been just the toes - she claimed she could fix gangrene and he stupidly believed her. he paid that price but she got off scot free

Middle Child said...

As well - erupt and enjoy it