People are scary
So, I had a... strange day today. A tense day. I'm still waiting for the final word back about my job. Ostensibly tomorrow. Morning went kinda weirdish, with me getting up quite a while before Jen, because we'd gone to bed at 3am, and I still wanted to be up at 9:30 at the outside to get back to my contact about the job, should he have called. 8:10am, he did, and I got back to him at around 10, and he was away from his desk. Anyway, phone tag ensued, worked out ok, found out they had another person being interviewed today. Still confident, but because money is so very tight, very stressed as well.
Jen was tired and very distracted today, and with me being accutely nervey and high strung, this didn't go well for my nerves. We headed out to Beaverton to cash a check that had come in, and it was a bit tense of a trip. Jen really wanted to be out and doing something, I just wanted to get home and see if I'd gotten a message about the job (we left around 5:30, and the recruiter's office closes at 6pm). Which I most likely would have gotten on my cell phone, but I'm stressed, and not thinking of that. Also, was hungry.
So, we stopped at the 185th Good Will to hunt for canning jars, since Jen wants to make strawberry jam. Got a good deal on jam jars (8 for $0.29 each), and the really cool bit, 3 bee house jars in great condition (no wooden spoons though, ah well) for $0.99 each! Score. I like bee house jars, as long as they are cheap.
The scary people happened after that. We where on the way back to the MAX (>5 min walk), and this family goes by on bicycles, mother and father, a 2 year old and 4 year old in one of those tag along cart thingies on the dad's bike, and a 7 or 8 year old boy. The mother is yelling at the oldest boy that he needs to 'learn to fucking listen', and had flung a few curses just on the edge of earshot before. Shocked a bit at her being this venomous at a child of maybe 8, I comment 'what a mouth', as in, what a toxic mouth. Jen and I keep going, but apparently, this was back talk, and the whole family train stopped. The father was half off his bike, turned back toward us, and calling me names! I didn't really catch all of them, but I caught quite a few, and this is not something I'd ever consider reasonable to say in front of any child. Not just the words, words are words. The rageful, directed hate in the words. It was quite unsettling for me, and reminded me all to well of the parents of some of the bullies who beat the shit out of me in school, and how they acted.
I yelled back that he should really watch what he's saying in front of his children, and that it wasn't very reasonable. I then turned back around and kept walking. He shouted something about me 'being a man', coming back to fight him, and as I failed to react, called me a coward, and then a pussy. Quite the charming fellow, really. I feel really sorry for those kids.
I was really rattled after this. The pent up rage and hate that was pooring off of this group was a bit mind shattering. I spent the rest of the trip home talking to Jen and shaking and shivering at the flashbacks to my own childhood.
People are scary.
Jen was tired and very distracted today, and with me being accutely nervey and high strung, this didn't go well for my nerves. We headed out to Beaverton to cash a check that had come in, and it was a bit tense of a trip. Jen really wanted to be out and doing something, I just wanted to get home and see if I'd gotten a message about the job (we left around 5:30, and the recruiter's office closes at 6pm). Which I most likely would have gotten on my cell phone, but I'm stressed, and not thinking of that. Also, was hungry.
So, we stopped at the 185th Good Will to hunt for canning jars, since Jen wants to make strawberry jam. Got a good deal on jam jars (8 for $0.29 each), and the really cool bit, 3 bee house jars in great condition (no wooden spoons though, ah well) for $0.99 each! Score. I like bee house jars, as long as they are cheap.
The scary people happened after that. We where on the way back to the MAX (>5 min walk), and this family goes by on bicycles, mother and father, a 2 year old and 4 year old in one of those tag along cart thingies on the dad's bike, and a 7 or 8 year old boy. The mother is yelling at the oldest boy that he needs to 'learn to fucking listen', and had flung a few curses just on the edge of earshot before. Shocked a bit at her being this venomous at a child of maybe 8, I comment 'what a mouth', as in, what a toxic mouth. Jen and I keep going, but apparently, this was back talk, and the whole family train stopped. The father was half off his bike, turned back toward us, and calling me names! I didn't really catch all of them, but I caught quite a few, and this is not something I'd ever consider reasonable to say in front of any child. Not just the words, words are words. The rageful, directed hate in the words. It was quite unsettling for me, and reminded me all to well of the parents of some of the bullies who beat the shit out of me in school, and how they acted.
I yelled back that he should really watch what he's saying in front of his children, and that it wasn't very reasonable. I then turned back around and kept walking. He shouted something about me 'being a man', coming back to fight him, and as I failed to react, called me a coward, and then a pussy. Quite the charming fellow, really. I feel really sorry for those kids.
I was really rattled after this. The pent up rage and hate that was pooring off of this group was a bit mind shattering. I spent the rest of the trip home talking to Jen and shaking and shivering at the flashbacks to my own childhood.
People are scary.