Wednesday night, my sister called bawling. She and her husband got themselves kicked out of where they were living. Again. They moved in with his mom because they got kicked out of a previous arrangement for non-payment of rent. They can’t keep jobs and are generally irresponsible and lost. Anyway, as far as the latest arrangement failing, seems she and the mother in law came to bitter verbal blows concerning just how much time the two of them had been putting in (to look for work and housing, etc.) and I’m sure I don’t know the whole story but I caved and told them they could stay but for a couple nights. They brought their own food, blankets, clothes, and toiletries and slept in the living room. I had to work the next day so I went to bed early and for some reason, I felt compelled to stay home because I didn’t trust them to be there without me. Maybe it’s because I’m recalling my mom telling me so many times that when they were living with her she had stuff come up missing all the time. Who knows? Anyway, I called in to work and told them a huge lie about my mom being in the hospital and that I would be gone all day with her. What a big fat lie! I hate lying but I hate my job so much to the point that I can’t simply wait it out. It’s like torture trying to grasp and enjoy what I’m doing. I’m a control freak and if I don’t immediately understand what I’m working on I get mad. Not that I’m unwilling to learn! It’s just that this is one of those things that, while you TRY hard to get it, you are not interested in the least bit. Like science and math, for example. You could say that I’m a literary/creative/artsy type, but that I get excited at the notion of computers doing things for us, enhancing our lives, our business, etc.
Anyway. So I get through half the miserable weekend and my computer’s broke, so I wound up spending Sunday trying to fix it. Uff da. I woke up Monday morning and got ready for work and went outside to find out the bus already came. So I go upstairs and call work to let them know I’d be late. I go out again when it’s time and I get to my layover stop to find my transferring bus left already! So it’s another HOUR til I can catch another and I have no change to call work to let them know I’ve missed yet another bus. Embarassed and frustrated, I went into the mall next to the bus stop because I was not going to hang out in –12 degree weather for an hour. Something about malls really puts me off. I dunno what it is. I just avoid them like the plague, only going to them if I really HAVE to. So I go in and find the restroom and then go find a place to sit down and wait. I am sitting there on a bench outside of Romano’s Macaroni Grill and listening to the sounds of the mall as it comes to life and I start to cry to myself. I dunno why. I guess it was the sadness of voice of the man bellowing an aria from the loudspeakers outside of Romano’s combined with the fact that I lied to my job about my mom being in the hospital! If that was not enough to bring me down to the depths of misery, then I should have feared not! For the mall walkers had come, and that made me the saddest of all. For those of you not lucky enough to know, mall walkers are this sad breed of humans that drive to the fucking mall in the dead of winter, where they park their cars and then drag their sad suburban asses around the mall during non-business hours. What kind of person is so sad that their only good source of exercise is to go to the MALL?! I have to be TRICKED into going to the fucking mall. These retards go round and round and round until they tire of looking at closed gates over the fronts of lousy stores like Things Remembered, Candle Barn, and 6 different kinds of Foot Locker.
Funny quote for today: “Ted Kennedy: Now there’s a schnoz! You don’t get that from casual drinking. You gotta be havin’ a fifth of Cutty Sark on your Froot Loops every morning for that to happen.” – Richard Jeni, Comedian