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Well what do you know, someone else got the Editorial Assistant position because they had more experience than me. Cool. Great.
I decided to forget trying to get a job that I want and may actually lead me in some career path I want to go in and just get a damn job. I'll keep looking for something better but I'm tired of not working. In the meantime I found this as on craigslist.com to volunteer to help young girls learn to write poetry. I might as well us it before I lose it.
Bri has an interview tomorrow with Home Depot for an overnight management position. I hope he gets it because it would help the situations so much. I also have to get a job so I can get out of my mother's house. She decided today that she is going to lock the doors at midnight and if we are not in by then we have to find somewhere else to sleep. Yes, that's right, I have a curfew. Not to mention I have early morning scenarios with my mother that go like this:
(Jenn cracks eyelids open. Blurry. Blinks one time and looks straight into her mother's face sitting on the couch across from her. Mother is just looking at her)
Mom: (almost breathlessly) Did I ever tell you the value of sterling silver? (Jenn blinks again in disarray.) Well, I went to a thrift store the other day and picked up a sterling silver bowl (makes shape of bowl in the air with hands) and it was only $15. That bowl normally goes for $80 anywhere else. Then I went to the Goodwill and picked up almost the same sterling silver bowl for 10 cents. 10 cents! That bowl is worth $80! I tell you I have to get a digital camera and get on that E-bay and make some money! Do you have a digital camera? Did I ask you that before? Yes I did. Well, I just have to get me a digital camera.
Me: uggggh. (sits up slight from couch, still under blankets and bewildered by mother's ranting)
Mom: (picks up crappy book about Christian marriage from bookshelf and begins to read aloud). "Jane overhears her mother talking to a friend in another room. 'That Jane,' her mother says, 'she's dating a young man who is not a Christian. I wish she would understand that God wants Christians to marry other Christians...'" (mom flips a few pages ahead) "Jane's mother asks her, 'Jane, is your boyfriend a Christian?' Jane replies, 'No but he says he's just as good as any Christian--
Me: (Fed up with shitty dialogue) OH MY GOD MOM! CAN YOU PLEASE READ THAT IN YOUR HEAD AND NOT OUT LOUD? (throws blanket overhead)
Mom: Well this is all stuff you need to know!
Me: MOM, WHEN I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT IT I WILL PICK UP THE BOOK AND READ IT MYSELF. I JUST WOKE UP NOT EVEN FIVE MINUTES AGO!!! PLEASE STOP!
This happens a lot. My mom traps me in the kitchen making breakfast or on the couch just as I get up and decides to check on my eternal soul. I will be making toast and my mom will pop out of the sink, so it seems, and ask me with a complete straight face, like we've been talking for hours, "Is it safe to say at your age of 24 that you've forgotten God?" Eggs will be hanging out of the corner of my mouth and I still have sleeps in my eyes and she just comes out of nowhere with these questions. Which probably makes me seem even more godless to her because all I can say at that hour of the morning in my state of mind is, "Mom leave me the hell alone!" So, you all can see why I need to leave pronto.
I should seriously write a book.
I decided to forget trying to get a job that I want and may actually lead me in some career path I want to go in and just get a damn job. I'll keep looking for something better but I'm tired of not working. In the meantime I found this as on craigslist.com to volunteer to help young girls learn to write poetry. I might as well us it before I lose it.
Bri has an interview tomorrow with Home Depot for an overnight management position. I hope he gets it because it would help the situations so much. I also have to get a job so I can get out of my mother's house. She decided today that she is going to lock the doors at midnight and if we are not in by then we have to find somewhere else to sleep. Yes, that's right, I have a curfew. Not to mention I have early morning scenarios with my mother that go like this:
(Jenn cracks eyelids open. Blurry. Blinks one time and looks straight into her mother's face sitting on the couch across from her. Mother is just looking at her)
Mom: (almost breathlessly) Did I ever tell you the value of sterling silver? (Jenn blinks again in disarray.) Well, I went to a thrift store the other day and picked up a sterling silver bowl (makes shape of bowl in the air with hands) and it was only $15. That bowl normally goes for $80 anywhere else. Then I went to the Goodwill and picked up almost the same sterling silver bowl for 10 cents. 10 cents! That bowl is worth $80! I tell you I have to get a digital camera and get on that E-bay and make some money! Do you have a digital camera? Did I ask you that before? Yes I did. Well, I just have to get me a digital camera.
Me: uggggh. (sits up slight from couch, still under blankets and bewildered by mother's ranting)
Mom: (picks up crappy book about Christian marriage from bookshelf and begins to read aloud). "Jane overhears her mother talking to a friend in another room. 'That Jane,' her mother says, 'she's dating a young man who is not a Christian. I wish she would understand that God wants Christians to marry other Christians...'" (mom flips a few pages ahead) "Jane's mother asks her, 'Jane, is your boyfriend a Christian?' Jane replies, 'No but he says he's just as good as any Christian--
Me: (Fed up with shitty dialogue) OH MY GOD MOM! CAN YOU PLEASE READ THAT IN YOUR HEAD AND NOT OUT LOUD? (throws blanket overhead)
Mom: Well this is all stuff you need to know!
Me: MOM, WHEN I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT IT I WILL PICK UP THE BOOK AND READ IT MYSELF. I JUST WOKE UP NOT EVEN FIVE MINUTES AGO!!! PLEASE STOP!
This happens a lot. My mom traps me in the kitchen making breakfast or on the couch just as I get up and decides to check on my eternal soul. I will be making toast and my mom will pop out of the sink, so it seems, and ask me with a complete straight face, like we've been talking for hours, "Is it safe to say at your age of 24 that you've forgotten God?" Eggs will be hanging out of the corner of my mouth and I still have sleeps in my eyes and she just comes out of nowhere with these questions. Which probably makes me seem even more godless to her because all I can say at that hour of the morning in my state of mind is, "Mom leave me the hell alone!" So, you all can see why I need to leave pronto.
I should seriously write a book.