*Sigh*
Well, it's been a bad week.
As I said in my last journal, my grandfather died. I can't even really explain my relationship with him, but he was a good man. Even towards the end, when he wasd bedridden and not "all there" mentally". I saw him every week, I'd bring my daughter over and we'd sit with him while my grandmother would do her grocery shopping. One of the first things she learned to say was "Pop-Pop", and he absolutely adored her. She loved to go run around in his room and watch CNN with him and help him change the positions on his bed. One of the last times I was there, my grandmother came home to find that he had taken off his blankets. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"I was just about to get up." he said.
"You were just about to get up?"
"Yes, I was going to go play with the baby." He hadn't walked on his in at least five years, but he got it in his head that he was going to get up to play with the little one.
There is family bullshit now too. I cannot stand assorted aunts and uncles and cousins, and the thought of them makes me sick. They like to play the "I'm so successful" game, but what good is being successful when you're morally bankrupt? Ugh, I can't even type about it, I'm choking on my own rage.
And then my husband lost his job. Those fucking cunts at Radio Shack accused him of stealing, of "padding his inventory" because he made a keystroke error back in December when they had him counting batteries at 2 in the morning. Fuck them, those fucking rat bastards.
Talk about choking on your own rage, I am just so infuriated at them, and their hypocrisy, and the shitty way in which they do business.
We have a few thousand dollars saved up, and I graduate from school soon. Hopefully Ed will be able to collect unemployment. And our friend Jaime, who's a department head at a vocational school near here, is going to write a letter of reccomendation for him when he applies for an admissions rep position. He also plans on going back to school this summer.
He was going to quit anyway in a few weeks, I'm just pissed off that those Radio Shack scumbags took away our choice to do so on our own timetable.
But listen to me, whining. Sometimes I forget two of the most important truths in life: that death is hard on everyone but the person who has passed on, and everything always works out in the end, somehow.
I want to come back soon and regain some of my normalcy. XOXO.
Well, it's been a bad week.
As I said in my last journal, my grandfather died. I can't even really explain my relationship with him, but he was a good man. Even towards the end, when he wasd bedridden and not "all there" mentally". I saw him every week, I'd bring my daughter over and we'd sit with him while my grandmother would do her grocery shopping. One of the first things she learned to say was "Pop-Pop", and he absolutely adored her. She loved to go run around in his room and watch CNN with him and help him change the positions on his bed. One of the last times I was there, my grandmother came home to find that he had taken off his blankets. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"I was just about to get up." he said.
"You were just about to get up?"
"Yes, I was going to go play with the baby." He hadn't walked on his in at least five years, but he got it in his head that he was going to get up to play with the little one.
There is family bullshit now too. I cannot stand assorted aunts and uncles and cousins, and the thought of them makes me sick. They like to play the "I'm so successful" game, but what good is being successful when you're morally bankrupt? Ugh, I can't even type about it, I'm choking on my own rage.
And then my husband lost his job. Those fucking cunts at Radio Shack accused him of stealing, of "padding his inventory" because he made a keystroke error back in December when they had him counting batteries at 2 in the morning. Fuck them, those fucking rat bastards.
Talk about choking on your own rage, I am just so infuriated at them, and their hypocrisy, and the shitty way in which they do business.
We have a few thousand dollars saved up, and I graduate from school soon. Hopefully Ed will be able to collect unemployment. And our friend Jaime, who's a department head at a vocational school near here, is going to write a letter of reccomendation for him when he applies for an admissions rep position. He also plans on going back to school this summer.
He was going to quit anyway in a few weeks, I'm just pissed off that those Radio Shack scumbags took away our choice to do so on our own timetable.
But listen to me, whining. Sometimes I forget two of the most important truths in life: that death is hard on everyone but the person who has passed on, and everything always works out in the end, somehow.
I want to come back soon and regain some of my normalcy. XOXO.
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how is the little one doing with the loss of her great grandfather?
[Edited on Mar 14, 2005 5:37PM]
I am sorry.
Is there anything I can do to help?
Besides never go to Radioshck for anything, EVER, the fucktards....
I am thinking about you,
xoxo
L