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apocalypsosThe good:
The unemployment people called me yesterday because I filed a partial claim for the week of Thanksgiving since they gave me Friday off and I figured it couldn't hurt, but I didn't get paid it and just sort of let it slide. But they called me last night because they'd been holding it and wanted to get in touch with me because I put down that I had new employment. So, yay, money!
The possibly-good, possibly awful:
I took my car in to get snow tires put on it this morning. I also told them to give me an oil change and check my brakes, which I'm hoping are just squeaking because they're cold rather than because they need new pads. If so, that's going to have to go on my mom's card as well. I just need for the damn car to stop stressing me out. Seriously, this is the one thing that my parents could give me for Christmas that would make me happier than anything, and it's not my real present. (Trust me, it's not. That's not my mom's MO when it comes to Christmas.)
The scary:
Yesterday at work we spent another two hours listening in on calls to see what they'd be like. The ones that were actually concerned with the plan we're calling for sounded like I could actually handle them. I'm trying to keep optimistic about the whole thing, because according to the trainer those of us doing the job I'm signed up for have to spend a week on the phone before heading back to learn our job-specific stuff, and after talking to the woman I used to work with who works there now, we may be on the phone constantly until the first of January. So a week and a half. That's not too bad, I don't think.
I just keep trying not to remember how awkward I always feel on the phone. Ugh.
The upsetting:
If I have to tell my family that I can't afford Christmas presents this year, I'm going to cry.
The even more upsetting:
It's taken me a week to get to page five in the editing process of GPW. I'd be working on it right now if I didn't have Yuletide to work on this weekend. It's ridiculous.
The unemployment people called me yesterday because I filed a partial claim for the week of Thanksgiving since they gave me Friday off and I figured it couldn't hurt, but I didn't get paid it and just sort of let it slide. But they called me last night because they'd been holding it and wanted to get in touch with me because I put down that I had new employment. So, yay, money!
The possibly-good, possibly awful:
I took my car in to get snow tires put on it this morning. I also told them to give me an oil change and check my brakes, which I'm hoping are just squeaking because they're cold rather than because they need new pads. If so, that's going to have to go on my mom's card as well. I just need for the damn car to stop stressing me out. Seriously, this is the one thing that my parents could give me for Christmas that would make me happier than anything, and it's not my real present. (Trust me, it's not. That's not my mom's MO when it comes to Christmas.)
The scary:
Yesterday at work we spent another two hours listening in on calls to see what they'd be like. The ones that were actually concerned with the plan we're calling for sounded like I could actually handle them. I'm trying to keep optimistic about the whole thing, because according to the trainer those of us doing the job I'm signed up for have to spend a week on the phone before heading back to learn our job-specific stuff, and after talking to the woman I used to work with who works there now, we may be on the phone constantly until the first of January. So a week and a half. That's not too bad, I don't think.
I just keep trying not to remember how awkward I always feel on the phone. Ugh.
The upsetting:
If I have to tell my family that I can't afford Christmas presents this year, I'm going to cry.
The even more upsetting:
It's taken me a week to get to page five in the editing process of GPW. I'd be working on it right now if I didn't have Yuletide to work on this weekend. It's ridiculous.
