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So before the shit hit the fan yesterday, I stopped up my parents' house to find my mom curled up on the couch buried in cats watching Criminal Minds and chatted a bit.
The highlights:
-- I told her I watched The Blind Side (so has she) and that my brother and I both agreed that the one thing that threw us off was that every once in a while Sandra Bullock would make these faces exactly like my mom (the one she makes in the car in the final scene when Michael taps the window comes to mind). My mom made her "I find that funny, but I probably shouldn't" face.
-- I told my mom about my gym membership and she heartily approved. I want to think it was for health reasons, but the only thing she really said in detail was, "Maybe you'll meet someone there!" Yes, in the small-town two-room gym at six in the morning on a weekday, maybe I'll meet a guy I've never met before.
-- She asked me about work and I was all, "I haven't been on the phones in three days! \o/" and she was all, "Yeah, but when are they hiring you permanently?" and I was all, "Hell if I know! \o/" (Pros: I like what they've got me doing right now, I'm good at it, and it would be nice if they kept me doing it. Good pay, like the hours, get to wear nice clothes to work. Cons: Still technically a temp -- and using a paper timecard at that -- and the attendance policy is ridiculous. Apparently they fired one guy who was taken out of the place by ambulance for low-blood sugar and had to stay in the hospital for three days because he didn't call in. Uh, hospital. And this week the pregnant girl from the mailroom came in even though she had a high fever because it was either that or lose her job. Ugh.)
-- Also, my cousin the Saints fan is throwing a Super Bowl party. I can only imagine how intolerable she'll be and yet I'm still going to the party.
Aaaaand then I played fetch with one of the cats for ten minutes.
The highlights:
-- I told her I watched The Blind Side (so has she) and that my brother and I both agreed that the one thing that threw us off was that every once in a while Sandra Bullock would make these faces exactly like my mom (the one she makes in the car in the final scene when Michael taps the window comes to mind). My mom made her "I find that funny, but I probably shouldn't" face.
-- I told my mom about my gym membership and she heartily approved. I want to think it was for health reasons, but the only thing she really said in detail was, "Maybe you'll meet someone there!" Yes, in the small-town two-room gym at six in the morning on a weekday, maybe I'll meet a guy I've never met before.
-- She asked me about work and I was all, "I haven't been on the phones in three days! \o/" and she was all, "Yeah, but when are they hiring you permanently?" and I was all, "Hell if I know! \o/" (Pros: I like what they've got me doing right now, I'm good at it, and it would be nice if they kept me doing it. Good pay, like the hours, get to wear nice clothes to work. Cons: Still technically a temp -- and using a paper timecard at that -- and the attendance policy is ridiculous. Apparently they fired one guy who was taken out of the place by ambulance for low-blood sugar and had to stay in the hospital for three days because he didn't call in. Uh, hospital. And this week the pregnant girl from the mailroom came in even though she had a high fever because it was either that or lose her job. Ugh.)
-- Also, my cousin the Saints fan is throwing a Super Bowl party. I can only imagine how intolerable she'll be and yet I'm still going to the party.
Aaaaand then I played fetch with one of the cats for ten minutes.
