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It's been a while since I posted, and this is going to be a short one. Oh well, better than nothing. School starts Monday, Mike has a new job he starts training for Monday as well. He's going to be telemarketing, within walking distance of home. It seems very promising, and not nearly as skeezy as the last telemarketing job he tried out. If it works out, I may not stay at the deli much longer, as they're cutting hours again and the fryer makes me want to throw things at things.
Speaking of my furious angry rage, we were out tonight with my folks at one of the downtown music shindigs when Mike's old boss from the preschool came up to us. I can't remember her name, the shorter, slightly less blowsy one. She started chatting, asking Mike how he was doing, where he was working now. Said she thought about him often. What the holy flipping fuck? The bitch fired him for no reason, with no investigation, led to months of unemployment and worry, and now she wants to come up and talk to him like they're old friends? I, showing incredible restraint, refrained from saying all the things I would've LOVED to say over the past few months, and merely gave her my thin-lipped "you know I hate you, bitch," smile, and nudged Mike along as fast as possible. Some people are barely human. I wonder how she sleeps at night. Upside down from a rafter or in a coffin, probably. Anyway, it was an interesting note to end the evening on, and I still half-wish I'd given her a piece of my mind about her shameful behavior of February last.
In any case, the house is looking quite nice for once. I even rented a Rug Doctor today and wore myself out cleaning the carpets. They look good. Even the storage room looks good. If we could get rid of the moths, things would be quite excellent. But even so, I have two baskets of clean folded laundry, so I feel quite pleased about the status of my domesticity. Just in time to go back to school and have it all fall apart again. C'est la vie.
Speaking of my furious angry rage, we were out tonight with my folks at one of the downtown music shindigs when Mike's old boss from the preschool came up to us. I can't remember her name, the shorter, slightly less blowsy one. She started chatting, asking Mike how he was doing, where he was working now. Said she thought about him often. What the holy flipping fuck? The bitch fired him for no reason, with no investigation, led to months of unemployment and worry, and now she wants to come up and talk to him like they're old friends? I, showing incredible restraint, refrained from saying all the things I would've LOVED to say over the past few months, and merely gave her my thin-lipped "you know I hate you, bitch," smile, and nudged Mike along as fast as possible. Some people are barely human. I wonder how she sleeps at night. Upside down from a rafter or in a coffin, probably. Anyway, it was an interesting note to end the evening on, and I still half-wish I'd given her a piece of my mind about her shameful behavior of February last.
In any case, the house is looking quite nice for once. I even rented a Rug Doctor today and wore myself out cleaning the carpets. They look good. Even the storage room looks good. If we could get rid of the moths, things would be quite excellent. But even so, I have two baskets of clean folded laundry, so I feel quite pleased about the status of my domesticity. Just in time to go back to school and have it all fall apart again. C'est la vie.
