Whirlwind Week
It's been a crazy week so far.
Let's go back to the beginning, shall we?
Last Tuesday, before I got back from NH, R P-Ing-Er, my brother's best friend's uncle, passed away in a freak accident. He was doing something that he did practically everyday, and that day, it just took a horrible turn. It's really taken a toll on their family, and it took me till now to wrap my head around what happened. It brought back a lot of stuff from my Grandfather, and that's still really hard.
I didn't know him very well, but my brother has been friends with both of his nephews for about ten years, and their parents are family friends. I did know him, even if it wasn't very well, and it's still sad that he's gone. And it was really freaky, the way that he was killed. Insanely freaky. It's almost like one of those Final Destination ways to die, where death is coming for you, and nothing and no one is going to stand in it's way.
They had the funeral last Saturday. I didn't go, because I had to work, and with the holiday weekend, I couldn't exactly not go in. Nor would have had me slaughtered right then and there. But I did go to the afterparty, I guess you could call it, when my time was up.
It was crazy. There were a lot of people there, and apparrantly, 1500 people went to the wake, and over 400 went to the funeral. The P-Ing-Ers are a really big family here in the Poconos. They know everyone, and are related by blood or marriage to basically everyone who has been around here for more than 20 years. We aren't related to them... yet. I do have a sister. Who knows what could happen?
Anyway. I was just standing there, talking to Mrs. P-Ing-Er, and someone shouts "Wet Willy!" and I feel someone's finger in my ear. It was my dad's attorney, and he was a bit faschnickered. He's a good guy though. Very good at what he does.
After he gives me a wet willy, and he discovers that I know how to pronounce his name, he offers me a job as his receptionist for the summer. I was pretty shocked. Matt says that only I could go to a funeral gathering employed and come out with another job.
So, as of the 20th of June, I will have two jobs. I'm not quitting the Zod, I would never do that. Well, I probably will once I'm out of college, but not now. I love my work family, and I could never leave them fully.
I've also started looking into schools with the masters program that I need. I wish that I could not skip around all the time, as this will be my third school in about four years, (by the time I graduate in a year) but I still haven't found a place for me yet. Not a permanent one, at least.
I worked all weekend. All Weekend. Thursday to Tuesday. Then I got one day off, and was back again today. I had the holiday Mon, Stock on tues, which basically consisted of me filling all the stuff tha tpeople bought on the wekend, and today, I had to work from 10-6:30. I hate that shift. And I forgot my check, so now I have to go in tomorrow on my day off to get it, Ick. I can't wait to be a receptionist. I'll get more money to do less work and be nice to less people. Yay!
Yesterday, my mom and I went shopping for new work clothing for me, as apparrantly, according to her, my clothing is 'unacceptable for a work environment'. I suppose she's right, since a lot of my khakis and low cut polos won't be polished enough for the office. And I got this super cute pair of white pinstripe pants that make my tushie look really good. Vertical stripes rock.
And tomorrow, I get to clean the house, because on Sat, my sister's friend Mills is coming over, and we're gonna educate her on all things Gilmore. She was out of the country when the last two eppies aired, so she's going to see them for the first time with us. We can be very intense when it comes to GG. Eri and I sing the theme song obnoxiously loud and off key, and mock and comment, and snark at Logan, worship Finn, and adore Luke and all the fabulousness that is GG. I just hope that the poor girl doesn't come out too scarred. Her mom might not let her come back.
I actually have a paragraph done on my exchange fic. I'm so proud. Just another 947 words to go!
Katherine
Let's go back to the beginning, shall we?
Last Tuesday, before I got back from NH, R P-Ing-Er, my brother's best friend's uncle, passed away in a freak accident. He was doing something that he did practically everyday, and that day, it just took a horrible turn. It's really taken a toll on their family, and it took me till now to wrap my head around what happened. It brought back a lot of stuff from my Grandfather, and that's still really hard.
I didn't know him very well, but my brother has been friends with both of his nephews for about ten years, and their parents are family friends. I did know him, even if it wasn't very well, and it's still sad that he's gone. And it was really freaky, the way that he was killed. Insanely freaky. It's almost like one of those Final Destination ways to die, where death is coming for you, and nothing and no one is going to stand in it's way.
They had the funeral last Saturday. I didn't go, because I had to work, and with the holiday weekend, I couldn't exactly not go in. Nor would have had me slaughtered right then and there. But I did go to the afterparty, I guess you could call it, when my time was up.
It was crazy. There were a lot of people there, and apparrantly, 1500 people went to the wake, and over 400 went to the funeral. The P-Ing-Ers are a really big family here in the Poconos. They know everyone, and are related by blood or marriage to basically everyone who has been around here for more than 20 years. We aren't related to them... yet. I do have a sister. Who knows what could happen?
Anyway. I was just standing there, talking to Mrs. P-Ing-Er, and someone shouts "Wet Willy!" and I feel someone's finger in my ear. It was my dad's attorney, and he was a bit faschnickered. He's a good guy though. Very good at what he does.
After he gives me a wet willy, and he discovers that I know how to pronounce his name, he offers me a job as his receptionist for the summer. I was pretty shocked. Matt says that only I could go to a funeral gathering employed and come out with another job.
So, as of the 20th of June, I will have two jobs. I'm not quitting the Zod, I would never do that. Well, I probably will once I'm out of college, but not now. I love my work family, and I could never leave them fully.
I've also started looking into schools with the masters program that I need. I wish that I could not skip around all the time, as this will be my third school in about four years, (by the time I graduate in a year) but I still haven't found a place for me yet. Not a permanent one, at least.
I worked all weekend. All Weekend. Thursday to Tuesday. Then I got one day off, and was back again today. I had the holiday Mon, Stock on tues, which basically consisted of me filling all the stuff tha tpeople bought on the wekend, and today, I had to work from 10-6:30. I hate that shift. And I forgot my check, so now I have to go in tomorrow on my day off to get it, Ick. I can't wait to be a receptionist. I'll get more money to do less work and be nice to less people. Yay!
Yesterday, my mom and I went shopping for new work clothing for me, as apparrantly, according to her, my clothing is 'unacceptable for a work environment'. I suppose she's right, since a lot of my khakis and low cut polos won't be polished enough for the office. And I got this super cute pair of white pinstripe pants that make my tushie look really good. Vertical stripes rock.
And tomorrow, I get to clean the house, because on Sat, my sister's friend Mills is coming over, and we're gonna educate her on all things Gilmore. She was out of the country when the last two eppies aired, so she's going to see them for the first time with us. We can be very intense when it comes to GG. Eri and I sing the theme song obnoxiously loud and off key, and mock and comment, and snark at Logan, worship Finn, and adore Luke and all the fabulousness that is GG. I just hope that the poor girl doesn't come out too scarred. Her mom might not let her come back.
I actually have a paragraph done on my exchange fic. I'm so proud. Just another 947 words to go!
Katherine
posted by rosie4299 at 10:04 PM
2 Comments:
Wow... Condolences and Congratulations?
I guess when God closes a door, a window opens in your case. I hope things work out well at the lawyer's office. I know you can do it.
I know how you feel about changing schools. It took me 5 schools to finish my lab degree. I'm transferring schools to finish my el ed degree as soon as I take PRAXIS I (yes, I am procrastinating).
Good luck on the fic. I think we all need it!
wow, cool. he owed you after the wet willy, though, right? hehe.
don't worry about transferring--we've all done it. and I keep going back, even after I graduate. Sigh.
I was going to write my exchange fic today. . . I still might later. Things just kept happening. Looks like we are the queens of procrastination around here. It's already June 2nd!
amy
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