I can’t help but wonder if I really am the “insensitive bitch” that some people seem to think I am.

I can’t remember if I posted about it here on my blog, but a while back my mom was let go from her job for [essentially] attending a seminar that she needed but that her office wouldn’t pay for. It caused a whole lot of drama and then a few weeks after the incident she was let go for supposedly stealing clients from the bookkeeping/tax preparation office she worked at. Considering the fact that the “manager” there actually does this all the time, and that my mom had never done this to begin with, well it left a bitter taste in the mouths of those who knew what had happened.

My mother gave them nearly ten years of devoted service, working at reduced pay because supposedly they couldn’t afford to give her a raise, putting up with the bitchiest attitudes I have ever seen, and for what? Honestly though, I thought it was for the best. She could get a chance to really put her skills to work and leave the stress and headache from that office behind her.

Yesterday though my mom got some interesting news. One of the local businesses that is a client with my mom’s old workplace went in to pick up their payroll from them only to find the office closed with a sign saying that they were closed due to a death in the family. Talk about unprofessional! You do the books and payroll for several different businesses and just because there was a death in your family you shut everything down and give no notice? Hell, not everyone that works there is related to the family that owns it anyway. There were quite a few people upset, needless to say. One of whom tracked down my mom’s new office through mutual acquaintances and brought their payroll to her to do for them. Now that was hysterical.

After hearing about it though my mom was curious as to who had passed away and called to ask me to see if I could find it online. Turns out it was the owner and my mom’s old boss who passed away. She had apparently been sick (cancer I think) and passed away on Saturday. My mom was all teary-eyed when I relayed this information to her and commented on how she would have liked to talk to her one last time because she was “such a wonderful person”. She then seemed puzzled as to why I didn’t sound affected about her death.

Seriously, the woman was a bitch, plain and simple. I don’t see why I need to shed tears over her death. I don’t even understand how my mother could still think kindly of her after the shit they put her through. That’s not to say I’m glad she’s dead or anything like that, I just don’t, for lack of a better word, care. I honestly didn’t feel anything upon hearing she was dead, sort of like how when you glance at the obituaries in the paper, see no one there you know (hopefully), and then move on. Honestly, it was like seeing a stranger there, I didn’t really feel anything.

But apparently I’m being a bad person for not mourning her passing. My mom also wanted to attend the service for her and give her condolences to the family. She was apparently all set to go and was digging through her closet, pulling out the odd bits of clothes in there in order to find something that would look appropriate for a funeral. Apparently, aside from a pair of black tuxedo pants and a dark gray blouse, most of her clothes (though professional) are far too cheerful for a funeral. Thankfully a few of her friends talked her out of that. I can just imagine how that would have turned out had she gone.

My mom, too nice for her own good.