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FEED ME A STRAY CAT

No, actually. I got a job. I applied at Kroger a while ago, the HR director called me back. She was all interested in archaeology and has been to Egypt and all that. Big History Channel and Nova buff. Cool. Score one. We put down a time and when I showed up for my interview the lady didn't show up. I waited for an hour after getting there early. Turns out that the manager of another Kroger had died, so she was delivering food for the funeral because the people who were supposed to do it didn't. I left my number and she called back as soon as Brian's dad and I had gotten home. She apologized backward and forward, but I told her I understood that things had been really crazy lately.

We went back, and she continued to apologize. We talked for a while, and she was really nice. We chatted and laughed and all that. They were looking for deli employees because they're picking up the "Boar's Head" line of deli products. Really upscale, I guess. Anyway, the word she used was "hiring frenzy."

She hadn't even interviewed everyone yet, but by the time we were done she'd scheduled me for training on Monday. We can fill out my paperwork then and I'll officially be on the clock. I was told to plan about nine hours of stuff for Monday. Yay. Anyway, 6.10/hr is better than no job at all. It's about what I'd planned for, and that's comforting.

I think I'll be okay. I should be able to get enough hours that I can cover my debts and register for classes next semester. That'll be a nice feeling to have that all paid off.

So! As of Monday I'll be gainfully employed. The glamorous life of a Kroger deli employee will be mine at last.

"Now, John, you've to wear clothes in proportion to your physique. There are definite do and don'ts, good buddy of wearing a bold striped shirt. A bold stripe shirt calls for solid colored or discreetly patterned suits and ties. [pause] Yes, always tip the stylist 15%. Listen, John, I've gotta go, T. Boone Pickens just walked in. [laughs] Just joking. No, don't tip the owner of the salon. Okay John? Right? Got it."

Tonight was a party for Brian's cousin to celebrate his graduation from med school. We spent the day/evening getting alcohol from Brian's relatives behind his parents' backs.

I'm not "old enough" to drink, but I'm sure as hell mature enough.

I know it's not my place to judge, but for all his parents talk about booze being a bad thing, whenever they get their hands on it, they seem to drink too much, particularly his father. I know alcoholism is apparently a problem in his family, but I don't think that starve-binge model does much good for one's sobriety. Moderation, anybody?

Had a much nicer day today than I thought, though it's always hard to be surrounded by happy people who all seem closely bound by the ties of love and kinship and then to just... be there. Some of them made me feel really welcome, though. That was okay. I'm not used to family gatherings, since I wasn't really exposed to my extended family much as a child. My mother didn't believe they could be trusted, and the more I learn about them the more I think she was right. Brian's relatives are okay, but I have enough trouble accomodating other people's relatives when I'm a guest here myself. What can I be expected to do with strangers I'm supposed to be related to, but was never close to because of the constant threat of betrayal and personal risk...What am I supposed to do?

I'm going to be a terrible housewife. I don't like cleaning up after Brian's friends, even the ones I sincerely like. I don't like the constant chaos of having so many people in one house who all have ZERO consideration for personal boundaries. Having children would be ten thousand times worse than this. I don't think I can do it. Hopefully I won't have to, and that's the hope I'll leave off with tonight.

If you'll excuse me, I have to return some video tapes.

(no subject)

FEED ME A STRAY CAT

No, actually. I got a job. I applied at Kroger a while ago, the HR director called me back. She was all interested in archaeology and has been to Egypt and all that. Big History Channel and Nova buff. Cool. Score one. We put down a time and when I showed up for my interview the lady didn't show up. I waited for an hour after getting there early. Turns out that the manager of another Kroger had died, so she was delivering food for the funeral because the people who were supposed to do it didn't. I left my number and she called back as soon as Brian's dad and I had gotten home. She apologized backward and forward, but I told her I understood that things had been really crazy lately.

We went back, and she continued to apologize. We talked for a while, and she was really nice. We chatted and laughed and all that. They were looking for deli employees because they're picking up the "Boar's Head" line of deli products. Really upscale, I guess. Anyway, the word she used was "hiring frenzy."

She hadn't even interviewed everyone yet, but by the time we were done she'd scheduled me for training on Monday. We can fill out my paperwork then and I'll officially be on the clock. I was told to plan about nine hours of stuff for Monday. Yay. Anyway, 6.10/hr is better than no job at all. It's about what I'd planned for, and that's comforting.

I think I'll be okay. I should be able to get enough hours that I can cover my debts and register for classes next semester. That'll be a nice feeling to have that all paid off.

So! As of Monday I'll be gainfully employed. The glamorous life of a Kroger deli employee will be mine at last.

"Now, John, you've to wear clothes in proportion to your physique. There are definite do and don'ts, good buddy of wearing a bold striped shirt. A bold stripe shirt calls for solid colored or discreetly patterned suits and ties. [pause] Yes, always tip the stylist 15%. Listen, John, I've gotta go, T. Boone Pickens just walked in. [laughs] Just joking. No, don't tip the owner of the salon. Okay John? Right? Got it."

Tonight was a party for Brian's cousin to celebrate his graduation from med school. We spent the day/evening getting alcohol from Brian's relatives behind his parents' backs.

I'm not "old enough" to drink, but I'm sure as hell mature enough.

I know it's not my place to judge, but for all his parents talk about booze being a bad thing, whenever they get their hands on it, they seem to drink too much, particularly his father. I know alcoholism is apparently a problem in his family, but I don't think that starve-binge model does much good for one's sobriety. Moderation, anybody?

Had a much nicer day today than I thought, though it's always hard to be surrounded by happy people who all seem closely bound by the ties of love and kinship and then to just... be there. Some of them made me feel really welcome, though. That was okay. I'm not used to family gatherings, since I wasn't really exposed to my extended family much as a child. My mother didn't believe they could be trusted, and the more I learn about them the more I think she was right. Brian's relatives are okay, but I have enough trouble accomodating other people's relatives when I'm a guest here myself. What can I be expected to do with strangers I'm supposed to be related to, but was never close to because of the constant threat of betrayal and personal risk...What am I supposed to do?

I'm going to be a terrible housewife. I don't like cleaning up after Brian's friends, even the ones I sincerely like. I don't like the constant chaos of having so many people in one house who all have ZERO consideration for personal boundaries. Having children would be ten thousand times worse than this. I don't think I can do it. Hopefully I won't have to, and that's the hope I'll leave off with tonight.

If you'll excuse me, I have to return some video tapes.

(no subject)

FEED ME A STRAY CAT

No, actually. I got a job. I applied at Kroger a while ago, the HR director called me back. She was all interested in archaeology and has been to Egypt and all that. Big History Channel and Nova buff. Cool. Score one. We put down a time and when I showed up for my interview the lady didn't show up. I waited for an hour after getting there early. Turns out that the manager of another Kroger had died, so she was delivering food for the funeral because the people who were supposed to do it didn't. I left my number and she called back as soon as Brian's dad and I had gotten home. She apologized backward and forward, but I told her I understood that things had been really crazy lately.

We went back, and she continued to apologize. We talked for a while, and she was really nice. We chatted and laughed and all that. They were looking for deli employees because they're picking up the "Boar's Head" line of deli products. Really upscale, I guess. Anyway, the word she used was "hiring frenzy."

She hadn't even interviewed everyone yet, but by the time we were done she'd scheduled me for training on Monday. We can fill out my paperwork then and I'll officially be on the clock. I was told to plan about nine hours of stuff for Monday. Yay. Anyway, 6.10/hr is better than no job at all. It's about what I'd planned for, and that's comforting.

I think I'll be okay. I should be able to get enough hours that I can cover my debts and register for classes next semester. That'll be a nice feeling to have that all paid off.

So! As of Monday I'll be gainfully employed. The glamorous life of a Kroger deli employee will be mine at last.

"Now, John, you've to wear clothes in proportion to your physique. There are definite do and don'ts, good buddy of wearing a bold striped shirt. A bold stripe shirt calls for solid colored or discreetly patterned suits and ties. [pause] Yes, always tip the stylist 15%. Listen, John, I've gotta go, T. Boone Pickens just walked in. [laughs] Just joking. No, don't tip the owner of the salon. Okay John? Right? Got it."

Tonight was a party for Brian's cousin to celebrate his graduation from med school. We spent the day/evening getting alcohol from Brian's relatives behind his parents' backs.

I'm not "old enough" to drink, but I'm sure as hell mature enough.

I know it's not my place to judge, but for all his parents talk about booze being a bad thing, whenever they get their hands on it, they seem to drink too much, particularly his father. I know alcoholism is apparently a problem in his family, but I don't think that starve-binge model does much good for one's sobriety. Moderation, anybody?

Had a much nicer day today than I thought, though it's always hard to be surrounded by happy people who all seem closely bound by the ties of love and kinship and then to just... be there. Some of them made me feel really welcome, though. That was okay. I'm not used to family gatherings, since I wasn't really exposed to my extended family much as a child. My mother didn't believe they could be trusted, and the more I learn about them the more I think she was right. Brian's relatives are okay, but I have enough trouble accomodating other people's relatives when I'm a guest here myself. What can I be expected to do with strangers I'm supposed to be related to, but was never close to because of the constant threat of betrayal and personal risk...What am I supposed to do?

I'm going to be a terrible housewife. I don't like cleaning up after Brian's friends, even the ones I sincerely like. I don't like the constant chaos of having so many people in one house who all have ZERO consideration for personal boundaries. Having children would be ten thousand times worse than this. I don't think I can do it. Hopefully I won't have to, and that's the hope I'll leave off with tonight.

If you'll excuse me, I have to return some video tapes.