Yesterday I did all the i9 and w2 stuff for the job. My first day will be May 10th — next Monday. It’s mostly orientation and filling out more paperwork, but hey! There will be lunch!
And I think this is when we get issued our ID badges. I hope I don’t lose mine. Hubby has mis-placed his a couple of times and boy did he panic! You have to pay for the replacement, he says. I don’t wanna lose mine just because I don’t wanna look like a doof.
I was gonna buy a couple of the polos yesterday (I already got the 5 pairs of khakis) but the gift shop didn’t open until 10am and my parking validation cut off at 9:30. I’ll check them out another day this week.
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C was getting away with everything. C just blamed it on this crazy doll he had and they let it slide.
C was all of seven years old, maybe. I think I was a teenager.
A was constantly annoyed with B for spoiling C. A would nag, argue and protest, but B just seemed to ignore A’s pestering.
A would really go after C while B was away at work or whatever. C would tell B about A’s rants and punishments and B would console C with the fact that B would always come home and things would be okay again.
I just tried to stay out of A and B’s way. While I wasn’t favored by either, I never seemed to be able to please them, and they were leaving me alone for now.
C came home with a note from school. C tried to avoid A discovering the note, but A always went through his backpack to see the day’s work, learn of any homework, and to trash any nonsense C may have collected while away from home (shiny pieces of metal, interesting rocks, odd bolts, etc.).
I don’t know what the note read, but A was livid. She called B at work and demanded that he come home right now because this was a very serious matter. More serious then anything she’d brought up concerning C before. Serious enough to ruin the whole family.
B came home and A hustled him into their bedroom and shut the door. C was in his room, waiting. I went to my room because I could hear everything that went on in A and B‘s room because only an odd door that separated from their room to mine (that had been permanently closed and painted to match the other trim work in my room).
A was certainly on a mission about C with this one. I wondered if the neighbors could hear her raging at B.
What? What did A just say?
Some kind of mathematical equation that had to do with homosexuality? And that C could only know about such equations if C were gay? And C being gay would mean the family would have to leave town? Move somewhere that no one would know us?
WTF?
I listened hard and wrote down the different equations as A was screaming them at B. I folded the list, tucked it into my jeans pocket, and made my way quietly out of the house. I checked on C through his open bedroom window. He seemed to be taking a nap.
Oh, I hoped so. I hoped he couldn’t hear A‘s ranting.
I rode my bike to my teacher”s house. My gay teacher’s house. I wanted to know why my family would have to leave town if C were gay. I didn’t know, until he opened the door to my knocking, that I was crying.
I showed him the equations and he laughed and laughed. Then he brought out a calculator and input the different formulas. And the solution to each would be some kind of cartoon illustrated in X’s and O’s. They were silly little pictures of guys and their penises. That’s it. That’s all they were. Just some little kid’s interest in his own body.
Silly little pictures that were supposed to be funny. Silly little equations about penises that seven year old boys probably would share with each other and then giggle like a bunch of little girls sharing boobie text files:
You know, stuff like this: ( o ) ( o )
I went home to tell C everything was going to be okay. All I’d need to do was convince A that C was just being a regular little kid, but I was too late.
A and B were in C‘s room and A had C‘s stupid little doll and she was using it to hit C on the head and such. I grabbed the doll, a pair of scissors from C‘s crayon box, and began stabbing and shredding at the doll.
And the crazy doll was bleeding!
A totally lost it, C began to cry, and B just stood by.
The blood was spurting from the doll, covering my arms and splashing onto my shirt.
And I just woke up.
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Segueway via this picture of Sophie on the mantle — as opposed to Sophie on the routers — which is why they are now guarded with that awful dish shelving.
She missed the warmth and coziness of laying on the routers, but I don’t miss hearing the darling hubby nagging me about how she is gonna over heat and fry the routers with all that coziness. Cheap dish shelving? Problem solved!
A police officer is being buried in town today. I’ve decided not to go downtown to watch the procession drive through Main Street. I didn’t handle Brenda Cowan‘s procession very well in ’04. I take it very hard when people who serve and protect are killed. Including our military. The closer to home the connection is, the more difficult a time I’ll have with the event.
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