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I finally got a job with State Farm working in their call center. I'll be receiving incoming calls in regards to claims, questions, etc. I'm pretty excited about it. It means that I'll still be dealing with people, but I don't have to actually see them face to face. If they annoy me, I'll be able to roll my eyes without them knowing and subsequently yelling at me and telling my supervisor. No, no, no. I've never done it before...or at least when a customer could see me. :o)
I was surprisingly productive today. Our garage is a mess because we still have all of my Dad's equipment and supplies from his sign business. I tidied oop and made more walking space. Patrick has been falling behind on finding a buyer for all of it. Half of me wants to call sign companies in the area and ask them to name their best price. Alas, I cannot do that. Patrick gets the money for all of it because he offered to pay off the one credit card my Dad had for his business. I offered to split it with him, but he said no, so he doesn't get to complain too much about how he had to pay for it. All I could do was offer.
I also continued to do some landscaping and other yard work. I've kinda lost my ambition to make things look nice. Marcie isn't going to keep it up once I move out. I already know I'll have to alternate weekends with Patrick to mow the lawn for her. I know that everything will die once I leave, so what's the point? I knew all of this from the start, but my original intent was for the yard to look nice while I was here so I could have a sense of self-accomplishment. Now I feel like it's just a waste of time.
As always, I have grown increasingly frustrated with my life lately. My living situation is only getting worse. Everything is fine on the surface, but if you asked me while I was away from the house I'd tell you the truth. I can't really complain too much because Marcie is letting me live here rent free. It's kind of a shot to the gut if you think about it. Once I get a job, I'll be forced to pay rent in the house where I've spent most of my life...but I will be paying someone who's new to the house and won't stop complaining about it. Sure, there are some things that could be changed in the house, but I'm not going to be happy when you completely change everything. However, it is no longer the house where I grew up so she can do whatever she'd like with it. I just don't like it when she jokes about hoping the house will burn down so she can start from scratch. That makes me cry inside a little.
Unfortunately, that's not the only thing that Marcie's said recently where she's needed to put her foot in her mouth. Do you guys think it's funny that my parents didn't live to see old age...but my dog has? Yeah, I'm not really laughing about it. Sorry.
Speaking of dogs, we had a bit of an issue last weekend when taking Cheyenne to the vet. For those playing at home, my dog, Cheyenne, is 14. That's supposedly 98 in dog years, though I have yet to pick up a 2010 dog-year calendar. Marcie wanted to take Cheyenne to her vet, who is located at Blanding and Wilson (way past 103rd St). We've taken Cheyenne to Schuyler's Dad at All Animal Clinic for twelve years. Why should we change it? They know her there, she's comfortable there, and even Dr. Velasco would remark at how she reminded him of a dog from his childhood. He could say that to everyone, but at least he's good at it. So anyways, Marcie says we're going to her vet because there's a chance he'll give us a discount since her brother went to school with this guy. Whatever. Then Marcie wants to put Cheyenne in the back of the F-150 to take her to the vet, but that's where I put my foot down. The bed of the truck is covered, so there's no way Cheyenne would get any air. Also, we've never done that before, and the poor thing would probably slip and break bones on the bed liner. It ended up that Marcie drove the truck while I held Cheyenne. And even after buying heart worm prevention and Advantage, we still came out of there only $14 less than we would have with Dr. Velasco...and that was after a $54 discount that this guy gave us. I win.
Alright, I suppose that's enough for one day. Tomorrow is my niece's first birthday. She doesn't have a teddy bear, so Uncle Andy is going to go get Miss Savannah a teddy bear from the build-a-bear workshop. Also, tomorrow is the first time that Patrick and Craig have seen each other since the Christmas day altercation. We'll see how it goes!
My best,
A.
What's new? Well hey thanks for asking.
I finally got a job with State Farm working in their call center. I'll be receiving incoming calls in regards to claims, questions, etc. I'm pretty excited about it. It means that I'll still be dealing with people, but I don't have to actually see them face to face. If they annoy me, I'll be able to roll my eyes without them knowing and subsequently yelling at me and telling my supervisor. No, no, no. I've never done it before...or at least when a customer could see me. :o)
I was surprisingly productive today. Our garage is a mess because we still have all of my Dad's equipment and supplies from his sign business. I tidied oop and made more walking space. Patrick has been falling behind on finding a buyer for all of it. Half of me wants to call sign companies in the area and ask them to name their best price. Alas, I cannot do that. Patrick gets the money for all of it because he offered to pay off the one credit card my Dad had for his business. I offered to split it with him, but he said no, so he doesn't get to complain too much about how he had to pay for it. All I could do was offer.
I also continued to do some landscaping and other yard work. I've kinda lost my ambition to make things look nice. Marcie isn't going to keep it up once I move out. I already know I'll have to alternate weekends with Patrick to mow the lawn for her. I know that everything will die once I leave, so what's the point? I knew all of this from the start, but my original intent was for the yard to look nice while I was here so I could have a sense of self-accomplishment. Now I feel like it's just a waste of time.
As always, I have grown increasingly frustrated with my life lately. My living situation is only getting worse. Everything is fine on the surface, but if you asked me while I was away from the house I'd tell you the truth. I can't really complain too much because Marcie is letting me live here rent free. It's kind of a shot to the gut if you think about it. Once I get a job, I'll be forced to pay rent in the house where I've spent most of my life...but I will be paying someone who's new to the house and won't stop complaining about it. Sure, there are some things that could be changed in the house, but I'm not going to be happy when you completely change everything. However, it is no longer the house where I grew up so she can do whatever she'd like with it. I just don't like it when she jokes about hoping the house will burn down so she can start from scratch. That makes me cry inside a little.
Unfortunately, that's not the only thing that Marcie's said recently where she's needed to put her foot in her mouth. Do you guys think it's funny that my parents didn't live to see old age...but my dog has? Yeah, I'm not really laughing about it. Sorry.
Speaking of dogs, we had a bit of an issue last weekend when taking Cheyenne to the vet. For those playing at home, my dog, Cheyenne, is 14. That's supposedly 98 in dog years, though I have yet to pick up a 2010 dog-year calendar. Marcie wanted to take Cheyenne to her vet, who is located at Blanding and Wilson (way past 103rd St). We've taken Cheyenne to Schuyler's Dad at All Animal Clinic for twelve years. Why should we change it? They know her there, she's comfortable there, and even Dr. Velasco would remark at how she reminded him of a dog from his childhood. He could say that to everyone, but at least he's good at it. So anyways, Marcie says we're going to her vet because there's a chance he'll give us a discount since her brother went to school with this guy. Whatever. Then Marcie wants to put Cheyenne in the back of the F-150 to take her to the vet, but that's where I put my foot down. The bed of the truck is covered, so there's no way Cheyenne would get any air. Also, we've never done that before, and the poor thing would probably slip and break bones on the bed liner. It ended up that Marcie drove the truck while I held Cheyenne. And even after buying heart worm prevention and Advantage, we still came out of there only $14 less than we would have with Dr. Velasco...and that was after a $54 discount that this guy gave us. I win.
Alright, I suppose that's enough for one day. Tomorrow is my niece's first birthday. She doesn't have a teddy bear, so Uncle Andy is going to go get Miss Savannah a teddy bear from the build-a-bear workshop. Also, tomorrow is the first time that Patrick and Craig have seen each other since the Christmas day altercation. We'll see how it goes!
My best,
A.