This weekend was a disaster above all disasters. First the good news. My last day was Saturday. It was a horrible last day because K with the black jeans was evil to me, customers, and every other employee within 10 feet of him at all times. However, everyone was very sad that I was leaving, and actually a few people were mad at me for letting K bother me so much as to quit.
After the sloppy gush fest, though, Brandon and I went home, and that is where the shitty part comes in. Grandma recently moved in with the parents, which is not a bad thing because now I don't feel like I need to worry about getting a phone call in the middle of the night that Grandma fell and broke her hip, and couldn't move so she froze to death and maybe died of carbon monoxide poisoning at the same time and that she's been stiff as a board for at least a week... But, I feel kind of displaced because I have no where that I feel like I can leave my stuff without Grandma or Granny or anyone getting up in my business. I know that's a really selfish thing to say, but there's no where to just BE at their house anymore. It's also really depressing to see Grandma acting so crazy and erratic but funny at the same time... so when i laugh at the crazy shit she says, I still feel guilty. And guilt is not something i generally feel... ever.
Well, I am excited about going to visit Jen and Pete this weekend. We drove the stick home this past weekend to get a little extra practice, and I'm feeling very good about everything. I think even Brandon is pretty impressed. I get a little worried because it makes some weird noises sometimes, but I can't believe that I'm ever really BAD on the car. I know some people who learned to drive a stick, and I know they must have really tore the hell out of their cars when they were learning. Anyway, Brandon is not as nervous, I'm less stressed because of my job, and I'm never going home again... unless I'm staying at Brandon's.
Posted by scurvylime
at 3:00 PM CST
