Reeeeeeally fawking jealous that my sister is getting a $3,000 bonus for coming on-board with “my” Covid job.
I’ll be happy for her, later.
Right now, though, I’m busy feeling bad for me.
Which I know (thinking!) is ridiculous. She could be making 10x what I make, usin her advanced degrees working in her own field. NVM a “measly” 3k. Which is what my ex makes in a DAY. Which, on at least a few occasions? I have, too. Before I traded it in for white picket fences, dogs, & kids. But for the past decade? Is seeeeerious money I don’t even make in a month. Much less a day, week, or “so happy to have you!”. So there’s complicated shit BEHIND those feelings. That. Has. Nothing. To. Do. With. Her.
Like I said, I’ll feel happy for her, later. It’s not only a massive step DOWN for her to come work with me, it’s a giant concession to limit contact, to avoid infecting us with all of her clients/patients germs. She’s doing a reeeeeeeally nice thing, that, yes, I am & will be grateful for. Later. Once I stop being jealous that she’s getting my past 2 months of back breaking (okay, wrist breaking technically, my back was only sore) hard physical labor… gratis.
Stupid f*cking jealousy. Such a ridiculous emotion.