Unlike some people out in the world, I don’t have a lot of time to waste or potter about. And everybody thinks I do. I hate it when I’m sitting at home, and it’s my one day off (Sunday), and I hear my dad say, “M/N isn’t doing anything. Have her do it.” Um… no. Emphatically and really and truly no. Whenever this happens, my mom will come to get me, but she always gets a slightly sarcastic reply.
She’ll tell me my dad wants me to make a salad, and I’ll say, “Oh? I guess men are physically incapable of making a salad.” I don’t mean all men when I say this; just my brothers. They drink beer, smoke cigars, and talk, but are unable to make a salad. It’s actually quite funny.
Another funny thing that happened to me, but this was several years ago. We were (all eight of us) sitting and eating dinner, and my dad leaned in between me and one of elder brothers to reach something. In order to make room for him, I had to tilt my chair to one side. My brother just stayed where he was. As my dad was reaching (more over me than him), he said, “Sorry, [my brother’s name]. I’ll get out your way in a second.” I just started laughing and everyone looked at me like I was crazy. I apologized, while laughing maniacally, and I explained after my dad left why I had started laughing. Both my sisters agreed that it was funny. Nothing against my brothers (really), but the situation was humorous.
As for the jobs, they’re going pretty good. I finished my second module at school with good grades and my teacher told me I was doing very well. As for my unofficial internship at my old office, I know that one of my doctors is kind of in need of an assistant. I offered and she said she would most certainly keep me in mind. I like helping her and my regular doctor. Actually, last week, my mentor stepped out of the room and let me help the dentist on my own. We did a space maintainer, filling, and extraction on a child (who was so good for us), and a silver and white filling on an adult. I am glad he did that; for it shows the faith he has in me. However, Friday, I couldn’t go in because I had conjunctivitis, or in lay man’s terms: pink eye. Yay! Took my drops and tried to make myself appear as normal as possible.
Then, at the restaurant, my manager called me over and said, “So, you know you have to dress up next Friday?” I nodded because it’s the Friday before Halloween. He immediately added, “You have to be Goku.” If I didn’t have wonderful self-control (sometimes), I would have lost my sh*t.
“Nope, not doing Goku.”
“Why not? You’ve got a week.”
“Because I’ve only got a week, and I hate Dragon Ball Z.” Arrow through his heart, anime style. I’ll just resurrect an old Tekko costume. It’s cheaper and I already have it; why not in hell use it?! Anywhoo, that’s my single life with jobs (and parents). Oh, Al Bundy! You’re an inspiration to all of us!
And on that note, it’s been real!