Making up for odd choices and mistakes
These very recent weeks have been a mishmash of crazy things. Nothing is really working out the way it should. It's like that puzzle piece that appears to belong with the surrounding pieces, but the edges don't match up quite right.
The Saturday before finals week, my front tooth had a run-in with Sassy. I mean it. I was playing with the dogs like I usually do, and Sassy headbutted me just right that she knocked some pieces off my tooth. CC was in Hawaii at the time, and MC was a little more than worried. His dentist wasn't giving me a call back, and my tooth was in a fair amount of pain. Padre came down and got me, and I went to my own dentist on that Monday. Yeeup, during the final week of school. Lovely. It got fixed up very nicely; they basically just put in a big filling to make up for the missing pieces. At first it was impossible to tell, but some of the stuff has chipped away since and now it's barely noticible. Oh well, bleh.
Finals went well after all, and I finished off with a 3.7 something. Way more than good enough for me.
I started my new job the Saturday I came back. I quit the next Monday. I've never felt more uncomfortable at a place in my life. The people were incredibly nice, but in all honesty I couldn't stand the atmosphere their daughter brought in with her. I guess there weren't enough official rules in place like I'm used to. But now I'm in limbo because my old boss told Madre to let him know if I'd be able to come back. I let him know, and I have yet to get a response from either him or his wife. BLAH!!
And then there's Camilo. I'm not quite sure what's going on with him.
And then there's home. Nobody seems to care what I do, and I like that, and I hope that keeps up. But it's not enough and I already know I'm going to run into problems. Coming home is definitely not a break. I want an escape and there's nowhere to go.
This summer is definitely the weirdest yet... I don't know what's going to happen, but I already have this aching feeling that it's not going to be spectacular.
The Saturday before finals week, my front tooth had a run-in with Sassy. I mean it. I was playing with the dogs like I usually do, and Sassy headbutted me just right that she knocked some pieces off my tooth. CC was in Hawaii at the time, and MC was a little more than worried. His dentist wasn't giving me a call back, and my tooth was in a fair amount of pain. Padre came down and got me, and I went to my own dentist on that Monday. Yeeup, during the final week of school. Lovely. It got fixed up very nicely; they basically just put in a big filling to make up for the missing pieces. At first it was impossible to tell, but some of the stuff has chipped away since and now it's barely noticible. Oh well, bleh.
Finals went well after all, and I finished off with a 3.7 something. Way more than good enough for me.
I started my new job the Saturday I came back. I quit the next Monday. I've never felt more uncomfortable at a place in my life. The people were incredibly nice, but in all honesty I couldn't stand the atmosphere their daughter brought in with her. I guess there weren't enough official rules in place like I'm used to. But now I'm in limbo because my old boss told Madre to let him know if I'd be able to come back. I let him know, and I have yet to get a response from either him or his wife. BLAH!!
And then there's Camilo. I'm not quite sure what's going on with him.
And then there's home. Nobody seems to care what I do, and I like that, and I hope that keeps up. But it's not enough and I already know I'm going to run into problems. Coming home is definitely not a break. I want an escape and there's nowhere to go.
This summer is definitely the weirdest yet... I don't know what's going to happen, but I already have this aching feeling that it's not going to be spectacular.