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Dec. 22nd, 2014 04:47 pmThe good news: I landed a job! The place that interviewed me two weeks ago, that I didn't think I was going to get, called me back, and offered me a temporary "trial" position. And if they decide to keep me, it will be a permanent position. So as of tomorrow morning, I will be once again gainfully employed!
The bad news and the ugly news: It's time for the holidays. For me, that means two back-to-back days of having to contend with family. And Christmas Day will be at my parent's house, which means I've been volunteered to help. I've survived it before, but it's still a killer. At least Uncle Boozy will only be at one party, which is a consolation of sorts.
Speaking of which, my mom decided that telling her almost middle-aged son (me) how to behave at a party. I very politely told her to blow it out her ass. I hate to do it, but she crossed the line. You can do that to a kid. You don't do that to an adult. I decide how I behave.
Speaking of my mom, I was reminded of why I never tell my parents anything. When I started my thyroid treatments a few months ago, I told my parents. Somehow, that became OMG YOU'RE TAKING ALL THESE PILLS, even though I told her several times that I'm only on the thyroid pill and an antidepressant. She was under the impression that I'm taking sugar pills (which I've never been on) and cholesterol pills (which I stopped taking when I started taking the thyroid pills) and a ton of other stuff. I love my mother, but every time I tell her anything about myself, she always confuses and misapplies it, and I'm stuck doing damage control. I'm still debating how to break news of my new job to my mom. (Maybe I shouldn't?)
Back to the good news: OMG JOB!!!
The bad news and the ugly news: It's time for the holidays. For me, that means two back-to-back days of having to contend with family. And Christmas Day will be at my parent's house, which means I've been volunteered to help. I've survived it before, but it's still a killer. At least Uncle Boozy will only be at one party, which is a consolation of sorts.
Speaking of which, my mom decided that telling her almost middle-aged son (me) how to behave at a party. I very politely told her to blow it out her ass. I hate to do it, but she crossed the line. You can do that to a kid. You don't do that to an adult. I decide how I behave.
Speaking of my mom, I was reminded of why I never tell my parents anything. When I started my thyroid treatments a few months ago, I told my parents. Somehow, that became OMG YOU'RE TAKING ALL THESE PILLS, even though I told her several times that I'm only on the thyroid pill and an antidepressant. She was under the impression that I'm taking sugar pills (which I've never been on) and cholesterol pills (which I stopped taking when I started taking the thyroid pills) and a ton of other stuff. I love my mother, but every time I tell her anything about myself, she always confuses and misapplies it, and I'm stuck doing damage control. I'm still debating how to break news of my new job to my mom. (Maybe I shouldn't?)
Back to the good news: OMG JOB!!!
