Trainwrecks
- The Husband was given an unceremonious lay-off last week, slashing our home finances by two-thirds and thoroughly pissing us both off. He got 24 hours' notice that he (and everyone else hired in January) was not going to be staying on after his contract was up --- a complete 180 from what he was told only two days previously WHEN HE SPECIFICALLY ASKED ABOUT IT. They had been reassuring him for WEEKS that he would be kept on to fill shifts, and it was all a lie. Consequently, he is leaving for a month starting next week, to do remodeling work at his parents' house and earn some money so we can move away from this fucking town which continues to fuck us over in ways big and small.
- I interviewed for a new job in a different city, and it went really, really well, but I lost to an internal candidate. The people I interviewed with were very nice and encouraging and all, but it was sort of a whoosh of disappointment to have things be seeming to go so serendipitously and then...nothing. I mean, they called all my references and everything.
- I got into a bad altercation with a coworker yesterday, a sweet grandma who is a page at our branch, and it all started with Jodi Foster. We sometimes talk about movies in the morning, Sweet Grandma and I, and she asked if I'd seen The Brave One. Which I hadn't, because I'm not really a Jodi Foster fan. Whatever, lots of people like her, that's cool --- I'm just not one of those people. (I know she's supposed to be a really good actress, but every time I see her in a film, I find myself wishing they'd just gotten Holly Hunter.)
So Sweet Grandma says, apropos of nothing, "Well, did you see that Jodi Foster movie, The Accused?" I told her yes, but on TV and it had been a long time ago. And she looked at me, and said, "Well, you know that lady, she brought it on herself."
Meaning the gang rape in the bar.
A WORLD OF WTF.
I was kind of surprised by how quickly and shortly I snapped at her. "I don't care who you are or what you're doing, you NEVER deserve to be gang-raped, in a bar or anywhere else. No one ever, ever, EVER deserves that!" And she stammered something about "flirting" and I cut her off with, "I don't care if she was dancing on the table with her dress pulled up over her head, that is an unacceptable thing to do to another person, always." And then I walked away to cool off.
"I was just talking about a movie! We were just having a conversation! You should listen to yourself!"
I looked at her and said, evenly, "This is something I feel very strongly about. I think you should really listen to yourself." Sweet Grandma didn't talk to me the rest of the day, and while I feel sorry that I hurt her feelings because she is (mostly) a nice old lady, I should really be able to come to work without having to humor rape apologists.
- Our neighbors on all three sides have dogs that are rather barky, to various degrees. One seems to have separation anxiety, and basically sits in his back yard and howls all day. When the other dogs hear him, they have to sound the fucking Dog Alarm, too. I am generally an animal-loving pacifist, but Jesus Christ those dogs remind me EVERY DAY of why I am a Cat Person.
- I interviewed for a new job in a different city, and it went really, really well, but I lost to an internal candidate. The people I interviewed with were very nice and encouraging and all, but it was sort of a whoosh of disappointment to have things be seeming to go so serendipitously and then...nothing. I mean, they called all my references and everything.
- I got into a bad altercation with a coworker yesterday, a sweet grandma who is a page at our branch, and it all started with Jodi Foster. We sometimes talk about movies in the morning, Sweet Grandma and I, and she asked if I'd seen The Brave One. Which I hadn't, because I'm not really a Jodi Foster fan. Whatever, lots of people like her, that's cool --- I'm just not one of those people. (I know she's supposed to be a really good actress, but every time I see her in a film, I find myself wishing they'd just gotten Holly Hunter.)
So Sweet Grandma says, apropos of nothing, "Well, did you see that Jodi Foster movie, The Accused?" I told her yes, but on TV and it had been a long time ago. And she looked at me, and said, "Well, you know that lady, she brought it on herself."
Meaning the gang rape in the bar.
A WORLD OF WTF.
I was kind of surprised by how quickly and shortly I snapped at her. "I don't care who you are or what you're doing, you NEVER deserve to be gang-raped, in a bar or anywhere else. No one ever, ever, EVER deserves that!" And she stammered something about "flirting" and I cut her off with, "I don't care if she was dancing on the table with her dress pulled up over her head, that is an unacceptable thing to do to another person, always." And then I walked away to cool off.
"I was just talking about a movie! We were just having a conversation! You should listen to yourself!"
I looked at her and said, evenly, "This is something I feel very strongly about. I think you should really listen to yourself." Sweet Grandma didn't talk to me the rest of the day, and while I feel sorry that I hurt her feelings because she is (mostly) a nice old lady, I should really be able to come to work without having to humor rape apologists.
- Our neighbors on all three sides have dogs that are rather barky, to various degrees. One seems to have separation anxiety, and basically sits in his back yard and howls all day. When the other dogs hear him, they have to sound the fucking Dog Alarm, too. I am generally an animal-loving pacifist, but Jesus Christ those dogs remind me EVERY DAY of why I am a Cat Person.