Holiday Wrap Up
So, either Micah (he who moved) came to Austin and left without ever telling me, he's not coming at all, or he was terribly wrong on his dates. Any could be possible. The only way to know would be to talk to him, which won't happen until this weekend at best. Hmph.
Thanksgiving was good, but long and stressful. When I got off from the daycare I drove to San Antonio, hung out at the house with the cat and my grandma, took her in for Thanksgiving dinner with the neighbors Thursday, left their house at 3 to go across the street to have Thanksgiving #2 with my brother and all his in laws/my old neighbors. Fun fun. I drove close to 200 miles Thursday. Back to Austin Thursday night. Work Friday morning, feed the cat, bizarro incident at Craig's house involving the woman who owns his house (who lives in California, who gave no warning she was coming,) lots of awkwardness there. It was pure luck I was there - he was in Houston. I was just feeding the cat. Dinner with him Friday night, yummy breakfast at Mi Madres Saturday morning, wait around to see if I'll be needed at retail job. Nope, so I drive back to San Antonio. Make it there about 3:30, hang out with the parents, go to sleep on the couch, brother and his wife come in about 2 a.m. Wake me up to say hello. Back to sleep, hang out at the house all day with them, then we go into town to have dinner with his wife's parents, and pre-dinner cocktail hour with all their extended family. More fun times. After dinner, parents, brother and wife go straight back to the house, neighbors take me back to their house so I can hit the road from there and save myself an hour in travel. Get back to Austin Sunday night at 10:30 exhausted. Pass out.
I am hating work. Especially two jobs. I'm not sure how long I can handle it. Already I'm having scheduling conflicts. Retail job lost my availability change and scheduled me same day I'm scheduled at daycare. Shit.
Boston for spring break, I'm thinking.
So much awkwardness with boyfriend's landlady. "I assumed one of you would be here when I got here." "Oh, I'm just here checking on things while he's out of town." "I thought you lived here?" "Nope, just checking up."
About fifteen minutes later:
"I love what you guys did with the house." "Well, I help when I can." "I swear he said you were going to move in. Maybe he was just hoping."
Silence. Silence.
"Well, it'd be ok if you did!"
More silence.
"Can I show you the backyard?"
Thanksgiving was good, but long and stressful. When I got off from the daycare I drove to San Antonio, hung out at the house with the cat and my grandma, took her in for Thanksgiving dinner with the neighbors Thursday, left their house at 3 to go across the street to have Thanksgiving #2 with my brother and all his in laws/my old neighbors. Fun fun. I drove close to 200 miles Thursday. Back to Austin Thursday night. Work Friday morning, feed the cat, bizarro incident at Craig's house involving the woman who owns his house (who lives in California, who gave no warning she was coming,) lots of awkwardness there. It was pure luck I was there - he was in Houston. I was just feeding the cat. Dinner with him Friday night, yummy breakfast at Mi Madres Saturday morning, wait around to see if I'll be needed at retail job. Nope, so I drive back to San Antonio. Make it there about 3:30, hang out with the parents, go to sleep on the couch, brother and his wife come in about 2 a.m. Wake me up to say hello. Back to sleep, hang out at the house all day with them, then we go into town to have dinner with his wife's parents, and pre-dinner cocktail hour with all their extended family. More fun times. After dinner, parents, brother and wife go straight back to the house, neighbors take me back to their house so I can hit the road from there and save myself an hour in travel. Get back to Austin Sunday night at 10:30 exhausted. Pass out.
I am hating work. Especially two jobs. I'm not sure how long I can handle it. Already I'm having scheduling conflicts. Retail job lost my availability change and scheduled me same day I'm scheduled at daycare. Shit.
Boston for spring break, I'm thinking.
So much awkwardness with boyfriend's landlady. "I assumed one of you would be here when I got here." "Oh, I'm just here checking on things while he's out of town." "I thought you lived here?" "Nope, just checking up."
About fifteen minutes later:
"I love what you guys did with the house." "Well, I help when I can." "I swear he said you were going to move in. Maybe he was just hoping."
Silence. Silence.
"Well, it'd be ok if you did!"
More silence.
"Can I show you the backyard?"