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Wow, low blow, universe. Low. Blow.
Mar. 11th, 2011 12:40 amLet us play good news/bad news, shall we?
Good news: I get four days of paid bereavement/funeral leave. HUZZAH. Since Dad died the day before my vacation started (worst vacation ever), the days carried over to this week, which means I didn't exactly use up all my vacation days already. It is the truly little things that sometimes keep you going.
Bad news: Semi-jokingly, I asked Mums why she'd been avoiding me all week. Until I asked, I figured it was simply differing schedules, despite the fact that I'm sleeping at night. But without me getting up at 4am, I'm still not on her exact schedule, since I tend to walk around in a fog for the first couple of hours. Mums gets quiet and answers.
It actually takes me a second to realize the really fucking obvious. If you meet me and you meet Mums, your average person says, "Wow, you take after your mother." No. I do not. Not once you have met my father. You see him and you realize dude, I am definitely his kid.
Therein lies the problem. So all week when I've been telling myself it's just that Sean has been forced into stepping up to the plate or Mom is busy or whatever? Nope. She's actually been avoiding me at times.
Not much you can say to that, huh?
Four days. Excellent news.
Good news: I get four days of paid bereavement/funeral leave. HUZZAH. Since Dad died the day before my vacation started (worst vacation ever), the days carried over to this week, which means I didn't exactly use up all my vacation days already. It is the truly little things that sometimes keep you going.
Bad news: Semi-jokingly, I asked Mums why she'd been avoiding me all week. Until I asked, I figured it was simply differing schedules, despite the fact that I'm sleeping at night. But without me getting up at 4am, I'm still not on her exact schedule, since I tend to walk around in a fog for the first couple of hours. Mums gets quiet and answers.
It actually takes me a second to realize the really fucking obvious. If you meet me and you meet Mums, your average person says, "Wow, you take after your mother." No. I do not. Not once you have met my father. You see him and you realize dude, I am definitely his kid.
Therein lies the problem. So all week when I've been telling myself it's just that Sean has been forced into stepping up to the plate or Mom is busy or whatever? Nope. She's actually been avoiding me at times.
Not much you can say to that, huh?
Four days. Excellent news.
