You Stab My Back…

People are seriously on my shit list this week.  Here are just a few examples of the joy I’ve experienced this week through the kindness of others:

1. First thing Monday morning I got an email from hubby’s boss.  His bank account had been jacked and he had to close it.  While there was an uncleared paycheck.  Yeah, that was fun.
2. Then Monday night I found out one of MY bank accounts had been jacked.  Someone was at a gas station in Indiana using my card while it was still in my wallet in Nevada.  Funny how that happens.
3. Hubby’s work truck was siphoned sometime between Friday evening and Monday afternoon.  So either someone had the balls to do it in my own driveway, which makes me sleep all cozy at night, or they had even bigger balls and did it in broad daylight at the office.  We’ve had this problem a lot over the weekends at the office, but that’s because no one is there.  I can’t imagine they would do it during the day, which leaves me with someone siphoning gas at my house.  I live in the boonies.  This is not comforting.
4. I read this blog, I’m not going to name names, but I’ve read  it for a long time.  It’s changed lately, as blogs do.  I’m ok with that.  There was a book deal that came about because of the blog.  Great!  Wonderful!  I’m happy for the author.  It’s happened with over a half dozen blogs that I’ve read and I think it’s fantastic.  Here’s what I’m not ok with.  I’m not ok with the author bitching on Twitter about people who check the book out of the library instead of buying it.  Especially when this person has blogged about checking out library books as well!  Hypocrite much?  How about being grateful for readers at all?  And in this economy?  I bought your book and I’ll be donating my copy to the library.  You know, in case someone wants to check it out.

This isn’t even the whole list, it’s just too depressing to continue.  Since it’s only Wednesday I’m not holding out much hope for the rest of the week.  Hard times really do bring out the worst in people.

I’m going to try really hard to find the joy.  My goal is to be able to create a list at least equally as long of good things that have happened because I’m not ready to give up on humanity yet.