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Hmm, where to start. My grandfather, whom I know as Pops, died last night. He was diagnosed about 6 months ago with cancer of the bile duct. The doctors gave him a maximum of two years to live. Last week he seemed to be doing reasonably well, but ever since Thursday or Friday he had a real hard time moving or speaking. Mum seems to think that he went into a coma yesterday and just never came out.
I hardly knew the guy. We visited him sometimes when I was little, and I last saw him about a month and a half ago, but otherwise he was always the guy that rang three times a day to talk to Dad about the horse races. I feel bad, but only because I'm not sad about his death. Maybe it hasn't sunk in yet. Or maybe I have no emotions, lol. That's not true though, because I'm nervous as hell about something else. I'll get to that later.
Dad was coming up to Adelaide to see Pops today, for what he thought might be his final visit with his father. I'm thankful that Dad at least got a chance to talk to him a few weeks ago - they spent an afternoon together watching the cricket. Dad also gave him some of the family research I had done, and Pops seemed interested in that. I wish I'd been able to get his British War Service Record for him, because he'd always wanted to see it. Oh well, such is life.
So, my folks are going to be around some in the next few days. It's going to be a little weird seeing them again after living with Emma for the last 9 or 10 days. And under such strange circumstances. They say that when you get older family only get together for funerals, and maybe there's some truth to that.
Ok, so what am I feeling nervous about? Well, I don't know what to say to my dad, but more than that, I have a job interview tomorrow. I must remind you all that I -hate- interviews, and that I -am- shy. I know I should try to be positive about it, but well...easier said than done, lol! I don't even know what the job is - the advertisement didn't say. It's for a place called Roam Corporation. Have you heard of it? Yeah, me neither. It's new, apparently.
The lady I talked to sounded nice enough on the phone. She kept calling me "mate". How very Aussie of her. I just wish I knew how to act in interviews. I suck at answering those self-evaluating questions they spring on you. And the eye contact thing. I don't -do- eye contact.
Anyway, I'm presently looking for the positive again. It's there somewhere. Oh yeah! The potential for money. Money good.
In other news, Emma and I have been hunting vigorously for a new unit to rent. The lease runs out here on the 19th of April, so there's just less than three weeks to find somewhere new. I'm trying not to panic about that too. We've looked at four places so far, and they've all sucked. I'm looking at another place today, but it's an upstairs unit, and Emma's adamant about not being upstairs. Fingers crossed that some marvelous place makes itself known very soon.
Also, I've been watching Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, and I don't quite understand the appeal of the show, but I find myself loving it anyway. The cast is great, as are the effects, and while the storyline can lull at times, it's still enough to hold my interest. Please don't spoil me if you US people are ahead of us Aussies. I can't download episodes anymore (dial-up).
That's enough ranting, don't you think? I should put this behind a cut, but I don't feel like it, sorry.
[x]Ande
Hmm, where to start. My grandfather, whom I know as Pops, died last night. He was diagnosed about 6 months ago with cancer of the bile duct. The doctors gave him a maximum of two years to live. Last week he seemed to be doing reasonably well, but ever since Thursday or Friday he had a real hard time moving or speaking. Mum seems to think that he went into a coma yesterday and just never came out.
I hardly knew the guy. We visited him sometimes when I was little, and I last saw him about a month and a half ago, but otherwise he was always the guy that rang three times a day to talk to Dad about the horse races. I feel bad, but only because I'm not sad about his death. Maybe it hasn't sunk in yet. Or maybe I have no emotions, lol. That's not true though, because I'm nervous as hell about something else. I'll get to that later.
Dad was coming up to Adelaide to see Pops today, for what he thought might be his final visit with his father. I'm thankful that Dad at least got a chance to talk to him a few weeks ago - they spent an afternoon together watching the cricket. Dad also gave him some of the family research I had done, and Pops seemed interested in that. I wish I'd been able to get his British War Service Record for him, because he'd always wanted to see it. Oh well, such is life.
So, my folks are going to be around some in the next few days. It's going to be a little weird seeing them again after living with Emma for the last 9 or 10 days. And under such strange circumstances. They say that when you get older family only get together for funerals, and maybe there's some truth to that.
Ok, so what am I feeling nervous about? Well, I don't know what to say to my dad, but more than that, I have a job interview tomorrow. I must remind you all that I -hate- interviews, and that I -am- shy. I know I should try to be positive about it, but well...easier said than done, lol! I don't even know what the job is - the advertisement didn't say. It's for a place called Roam Corporation. Have you heard of it? Yeah, me neither. It's new, apparently.
The lady I talked to sounded nice enough on the phone. She kept calling me "mate". How very Aussie of her. I just wish I knew how to act in interviews. I suck at answering those self-evaluating questions they spring on you. And the eye contact thing. I don't -do- eye contact.
Anyway, I'm presently looking for the positive again. It's there somewhere. Oh yeah! The potential for money. Money good.
In other news, Emma and I have been hunting vigorously for a new unit to rent. The lease runs out here on the 19th of April, so there's just less than three weeks to find somewhere new. I'm trying not to panic about that too. We've looked at four places so far, and they've all sucked. I'm looking at another place today, but it's an upstairs unit, and Emma's adamant about not being upstairs. Fingers crossed that some marvelous place makes itself known very soon.
Also, I've been watching Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, and I don't quite understand the appeal of the show, but I find myself loving it anyway. The cast is great, as are the effects, and while the storyline can lull at times, it's still enough to hold my interest. Please don't spoil me if you US people are ahead of us Aussies. I can't download episodes anymore (dial-up).
That's enough ranting, don't you think? I should put this behind a cut, but I don't feel like it, sorry.
[x]Ande