I’m forcing this, but I don’t care.
This week started with drive all night just to get to work on Monday with no sleep. When I got there I met an old man with a cigar (to chew on, not to smoke). He asked me a few questions and then asked why I wasn’t married. I didn’t really have an answer for him and that didn’t go over well. “You need to find yourself a boyfriend to keep you worm for the winter. It’s getting down to the 60’s, you don’t want to be wrapped up in a blanket alone.” If that wasn’t sad, depressing, and awkward enough he proceeded to tell me about this “young man” he had met the night before at the country club that he could set me up with. “He’s a good golfer.” Good, just what I wanted.
Later, I went into a 2nd interview with a photographer and I was offered the job! She’s amazing and the building is unbelievable. It was an old boarding building with tons of rooms, things falling apart everywhere, large windows, and ceilings that make the place eco.
Then today happened, starting with a phone call from my dad. My grandmother had a stroke while on the phone with my uncle, and she hasn’t woken up yet. They are saying she’s has just a couple of day’s left. I called my mom who drove to the hospital by herself; she’s not well either. Just waiting for phone calls.
Right now, I hate the cold weather. It’s the evil behind my apathy.
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