Diva: A self-important person who is difficult to please (women are typically divas).
It was a disaster from the beginning. First she was upset because she saw me get off the bus and right away assumed I'm still working at the same company. She told me several times to quit but the bills pile up so I was scared to quit. She was right, I had taken the bus to and from work and I was working the same position for the same company even though I had promised to quit to find something more meaningful. I guess she could have been more understanding but she wasn't. She said to me "If you want me to spend the night you need to buy me these stress relief products. I can drive you to the store to buy them. I need these stress products or I'm not staying here with my dog Skyy." Well....being that she drove almost an hour to visit me I obliged and spent more than I wanted to on her stress products.
When she came inside my condo I helped her sort things out and offered her some chai tea. She complanied it wasn't warm enough in the condo and when I cranked up the heat, she said she couldn't bear the heat. Although she liked my condo, she felt it needed work, yes improvements that really aren't in my budget since I already put quite a bit of money into improvements. We sipped on chai tea and now it was time for me to make dinner.
I prepared an Indian Seafood stir fry dish that she said was too spicy. I had to give her a spinach artichoke dip to change the taste. She liked the dish but couldn't stand the spice and yet I did tell her that I wanted to make her an Indian dish since she doesn't eat Indian food and it would be something different for her to try. Personally I didn't think there was much spice at all but I did respect her comment. While she was eating she complained that my floor needs to be mopped, I need to install my windows with more plastic, and I need to get rid of my shelves. She was shocked that I don't own a microwave and said "You should be ashamed of yourself, not to have a microwave." (Sorry, I have never owned a microwave and never will).
She was up all night complaining she couldn't sleep and was eager to leave the next day to go home to bed. The night before I had helped her carry a heavy dog crate up three flights of stairs. In the morning she was insistent that I made coffee for her with her coffee beans not mine because she only drinks Starbucks. After I made breakfast for her I had to help her carry the same dog crate to her car down three flights of stairs. Little did I know that I had pulled some muscles and the next day my body was in pain, I could hardly walk. I had to leave work early from the unbearable pain yesterday and I'm still in pain this very moment.
Was it worth having my friend the diva over? No, it wasn't. I spent too much time pleasing her every request that it burned me out. By the time she left I needed the $40.00 worth of stress free products I had bought her. I think she could have been nicer. She lives with her Mother and isn't on her on own like me. I'm trying my best to survive and be self-sufficient so I didn't need "Diva Moments" with my friend. Lesson learned....don't over please anyone, it can make you crazy. We are meant to help and serve others and be genuine friends but when someone is as demanding and critical as my friend was I ask myself, is she really a friend?
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