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apocalypsosHere's the problem with Christmas being right around the corner. I did the math and if I took all of the overtime at work -- which, trust me, they offer overtime and I'm taking it -- I could replace my netbook two short paychecks from now.
Except my mother told me point-blank today that she already bought my Christmas present (meaning she already bought my major present; we're not counting the clothes and other little things she probably picked up, and yes, I know I'm spoiled), while we were having a discussion about me replacing my cell phone with something that doesn't suck.
The thing is, I'm pretty sure she got me an eReader. I've been dropping MAJOR hints -- I haven't even been pretending to be subtle; if we're shopping and we see an eReader, no matter what the brand, I make her drop EVERYTHING so I can go look at it -- and it would align with what she told me about what she got my brother for Christmas. (They both cost about the same, basically, which would make sense in a "spending the same amount for each kid" sort of way.)
That said, it could be a new netbook. I did tell my brother that if Mom asked, I wanted a netbook because of school, and she knows mine's on the fritz because I asked if my dad had an external hard drive to borrow so I could restore it to factory settings. So she can't miss that I'm wanting a new one.
That said, I already have a working full-sized laptop, and she knows I take it with me more than I do my netbook when I go places to write and that my arms aren't broken and I'm a big girl and all those well-practiced mom phrases, so I already do have a computer. I do not, however, have an eReader. What I do have is two or three paperbacks in my purse at any given time. (To be fair, it's the same two paperbacks and has been for a while now. I've had Without Reservations and/or With Caution in whichever purse I'm using since, um, June? I want to say I put them in there in June, and they've been my need-something-to-read-to-pass-the-time since then. Everything else I've "read" since then has been in audiobook form at work.)
I'm really hoping it's an eReader, because then I can get the netbook I want and the cell phone I want and have an eReader and have a really great MP3 player that I got for a third of the price because it was used and I can therefore be the spoiled-rotten dorky lit geek with the awesome toy-filled purse that I've always dreamed of having. \o/
Ugh, this means I'm probably going to have to beg my brother to go fishing for Christmas present clues for me. If I ask my mom directly if it's okay for me to replace my netbook, I'll get a dressing-down about waiting until after Christmas instead of an actual answer, whereas if my brother's already heard rumblings about what I got for Christmas, he can tell me whether or not it's a netbook. I'll have to ask him what he's heard about my Christmas present when I drag him off to Texas Roadhouse Saturday night. (We texted each other the other day and realized we're DYING for steak. So we're going to go have meat and those sweet potatoes with the marshmallows and caramel sauce. OM NOM NOM.)
So, yeah. After all of this overtime AND being on the phones for the entire enrollment period, I'm pretty sure I'm going to have earned a shiny new toy or two. (I still didn't mention the poor elderly woman I spoke to on the phone today who was as lovely and sweet as could be, but who really desperately needed someone to come to her house and help her with pretty much everything. I think she may have had Alzheimer's, but my personal experience with Alzheimer's sufferers is basically nil and I'm really not sure. And there wasn't a damn thing I could do for her. I actually came back early from the break I had right after the call because it was bothering me that much that I couldn't help her out. It upset me that damn much.)
Except my mother told me point-blank today that she already bought my Christmas present (meaning she already bought my major present; we're not counting the clothes and other little things she probably picked up, and yes, I know I'm spoiled), while we were having a discussion about me replacing my cell phone with something that doesn't suck.
The thing is, I'm pretty sure she got me an eReader. I've been dropping MAJOR hints -- I haven't even been pretending to be subtle; if we're shopping and we see an eReader, no matter what the brand, I make her drop EVERYTHING so I can go look at it -- and it would align with what she told me about what she got my brother for Christmas. (They both cost about the same, basically, which would make sense in a "spending the same amount for each kid" sort of way.)
That said, it could be a new netbook. I did tell my brother that if Mom asked, I wanted a netbook because of school, and she knows mine's on the fritz because I asked if my dad had an external hard drive to borrow so I could restore it to factory settings. So she can't miss that I'm wanting a new one.
That said, I already have a working full-sized laptop, and she knows I take it with me more than I do my netbook when I go places to write and that my arms aren't broken and I'm a big girl and all those well-practiced mom phrases, so I already do have a computer. I do not, however, have an eReader. What I do have is two or three paperbacks in my purse at any given time. (To be fair, it's the same two paperbacks and has been for a while now. I've had Without Reservations and/or With Caution in whichever purse I'm using since, um, June? I want to say I put them in there in June, and they've been my need-something-to-read-to-pass-the-time since then. Everything else I've "read" since then has been in audiobook form at work.)
I'm really hoping it's an eReader, because then I can get the netbook I want and the cell phone I want and have an eReader and have a really great MP3 player that I got for a third of the price because it was used and I can therefore be the spoiled-rotten dorky lit geek with the awesome toy-filled purse that I've always dreamed of having. \o/
Ugh, this means I'm probably going to have to beg my brother to go fishing for Christmas present clues for me. If I ask my mom directly if it's okay for me to replace my netbook, I'll get a dressing-down about waiting until after Christmas instead of an actual answer, whereas if my brother's already heard rumblings about what I got for Christmas, he can tell me whether or not it's a netbook. I'll have to ask him what he's heard about my Christmas present when I drag him off to Texas Roadhouse Saturday night. (We texted each other the other day and realized we're DYING for steak. So we're going to go have meat and those sweet potatoes with the marshmallows and caramel sauce. OM NOM NOM.)
So, yeah. After all of this overtime AND being on the phones for the entire enrollment period, I'm pretty sure I'm going to have earned a shiny new toy or two. (I still didn't mention the poor elderly woman I spoke to on the phone today who was as lovely and sweet as could be, but who really desperately needed someone to come to her house and help her with pretty much everything. I think she may have had Alzheimer's, but my personal experience with Alzheimer's sufferers is basically nil and I'm really not sure. And there wasn't a damn thing I could do for her. I actually came back early from the break I had right after the call because it was bothering me that much that I couldn't help her out. It upset me that damn much.)
