There'll Be Some Changes Made
So, I got a job at Total Wine a few weeks ago. I am a Wine Associate, meaning it is my job to wander around the store and help customers find things using my fledgling wine knowledge. While it's a pretty cool job - I sometimes get to work the cash register, which indulges my lifelong love of pushing buttons - I still don't have any stories to tell. Which saddens me, as I was hoping a job would make my life more interesting. Alas, no.
But that is not the real point of this entry. The real point is, my mother had foot surgery two weeks ago. As such, she has been cooped in the house for two weeks. She's recovered well and can move around all right, which is good. However, the downside is that she's been driving me nuts. I don't think I've had more than twenty minutes to myself at a time (aside from my job and those rare occasions when I go out with friends) the entire time she's been trapped in the house and I'm tired of it. Luckily, now that she can move around I don't have to wait on her anymore. But she has now decided that I need to spend all the time that I'm not working productively. Which means that she won't stop nagging me about grad school and study abroad. I keep trying to explain to her that there's nothing I can do about study abroad before I get my acceptance letter, and I've already done everything I can do for grad school short of filling out and submitting the application. But she won't listen, and I'm getting tired of her judgmental speeches and endless nagging.
As a consequence, I've come to realize that I really don't want to live at home anymore. Sure, we live in the woods, which is nice because I like the birds and the trees, and I love being around my dogs all the time, but I'm an adult and I'd really like to live in a place where I can live like one. If memory serves, she didn't have to hover over me all the time when I was at college and I did just fine. Fine enough to graduate with honors, in fact. But apparently I'm not responsible enough. She also has problems with how much TV I watch and how little time I spend in social settings. I don't suppose it's occurred to her that maybe I'm a more solitary person than she is. Or that maybe I find a really good TV show just as enriching as a novel. She also apparently thinks that it's not good that I'm single. I don't recall that being her concern. I like being single, thanks.
The point is, I'm ready for a change. I want to get out in the world, establish myself as a self-sufficient adult and live the way I want to. I guess I just want to live without every aspect of my life being judged.
But that is not the real point of this entry. The real point is, my mother had foot surgery two weeks ago. As such, she has been cooped in the house for two weeks. She's recovered well and can move around all right, which is good. However, the downside is that she's been driving me nuts. I don't think I've had more than twenty minutes to myself at a time (aside from my job and those rare occasions when I go out with friends) the entire time she's been trapped in the house and I'm tired of it. Luckily, now that she can move around I don't have to wait on her anymore. But she has now decided that I need to spend all the time that I'm not working productively. Which means that she won't stop nagging me about grad school and study abroad. I keep trying to explain to her that there's nothing I can do about study abroad before I get my acceptance letter, and I've already done everything I can do for grad school short of filling out and submitting the application. But she won't listen, and I'm getting tired of her judgmental speeches and endless nagging.
As a consequence, I've come to realize that I really don't want to live at home anymore. Sure, we live in the woods, which is nice because I like the birds and the trees, and I love being around my dogs all the time, but I'm an adult and I'd really like to live in a place where I can live like one. If memory serves, she didn't have to hover over me all the time when I was at college and I did just fine. Fine enough to graduate with honors, in fact. But apparently I'm not responsible enough. She also has problems with how much TV I watch and how little time I spend in social settings. I don't suppose it's occurred to her that maybe I'm a more solitary person than she is. Or that maybe I find a really good TV show just as enriching as a novel. She also apparently thinks that it's not good that I'm single. I don't recall that being her concern. I like being single, thanks.
The point is, I'm ready for a change. I want to get out in the world, establish myself as a self-sufficient adult and live the way I want to. I guess I just want to live without every aspect of my life being judged.