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Anyway, I was happy-ish, but now I'm just pissed. And I haven't posted in over a month. Stupid-ass me. Anyway, last Sunday my dad's friend Mark got killed in a car crash. Mark was the best kind of guy ever. An artist, musician, teacher and jokester with a heart as big as anything. So for the past week we've all been sad but trying to keep upbeat and celebratory about his life, because that's what he would have wanted.
A little while after this happened, I recieved a call from the local grocery store. They had an opening and my job application had come up. So I arranged for an interview the next day. I arrived beforehand and hung around until it was time. After the interview, the particular manager who had done it told me to call the day after that (Thursday) to see if I had gotten the job (she had another interview tomorrow and wanted to be fair.) So I waited until late afternoon (~4:00, so as to not interrupt the interview or be pre-emptive about my calling) and called there. Turns out she usually leaves at three. Just great. So I had to wait until today. I woke up, then my dad, my sister and I went to Mark's funeral. (I honestly don't have any "good" clothes that aren't either too small or tacky. So I wore my hoodie and my black cargoes. Then, to top it all off, my sister is wearing a pretty green dress. So I am feeling like crap before we even get to the funeral. Dammit, I want to wear pretty dresses too!) It was the happiest funeral I've ever been to, because everyone was reciting the many funny things Mark had done. Then it ended, we left and headed home. After much annoyance from my mom, she left for her trip to St. Louis with my aunt and sister in tow. Then I called the store back. This was at about 12:30 PM. The employment manager had already left for the day. Two hours and thirty minutes early. So now I'm pissed at her, because she won't be in over the weekend and I have not been able to reach her at all. So I'm pretty sure my not calling at the right time has lost me the job. I blame lazy managerial schedules.
In other news, I think I've worked up enough pain and pissed-offness to confront my mom again. I've been thinking and, if she'll listen to me for once, I can thwart every one of her arguments (like that I supposedly acted like a boy as a kid. How can you honestly gender an infant? Well, I know how, of course, it's just an expression. And, as a side note, if Mom didn't gender infants, she wouldn't even be able to concieve of it. She is the least empathic person I know and can't even see from other peoples' perspectives. If she could, she would have more sympathy for my plight.)
A little while after this happened, I recieved a call from the local grocery store. They had an opening and my job application had come up. So I arranged for an interview the next day. I arrived beforehand and hung around until it was time. After the interview, the particular manager who had done it told me to call the day after that (Thursday) to see if I had gotten the job (she had another interview tomorrow and wanted to be fair.) So I waited until late afternoon (~4:00, so as to not interrupt the interview or be pre-emptive about my calling) and called there. Turns out she usually leaves at three. Just great. So I had to wait until today. I woke up, then my dad, my sister and I went to Mark's funeral. (I honestly don't have any "good" clothes that aren't either too small or tacky. So I wore my hoodie and my black cargoes. Then, to top it all off, my sister is wearing a pretty green dress. So I am feeling like crap before we even get to the funeral. Dammit, I want to wear pretty dresses too!) It was the happiest funeral I've ever been to, because everyone was reciting the many funny things Mark had done. Then it ended, we left and headed home. After much annoyance from my mom, she left for her trip to St. Louis with my aunt and sister in tow. Then I called the store back. This was at about 12:30 PM. The employment manager had already left for the day. Two hours and thirty minutes early. So now I'm pissed at her, because she won't be in over the weekend and I have not been able to reach her at all. So I'm pretty sure my not calling at the right time has lost me the job. I blame lazy managerial schedules.
In other news, I think I've worked up enough pain and pissed-offness to confront my mom again. I've been thinking and, if she'll listen to me for once, I can thwart every one of her arguments (like that I supposedly acted like a boy as a kid. How can you honestly gender an infant? Well, I know how, of course, it's just an expression. And, as a side note, if Mom didn't gender infants, she wouldn't even be able to concieve of it. She is the least empathic person I know and can't even see from other peoples' perspectives. If she could, she would have more sympathy for my plight.)