Another reason why I love my Mom.
Went to her house to watch the first half of the OU game. While I was there:
- Told her in the most roundabout way that I was needing a new job. She sees right through me - I might as well wear cellophane around her. She didn't say much about it, but I think she's secretly pleased. To be fair, OldJob (I can call it that now, right?) gave me diddly-squat hours and diddly-squat pay, and now that I have the opportunity to get a better job, that's one less thing for her to worry about.
- She kept telling me "If they (meaning OU, of course) don't score/get a first down/get the ball back, you gotta go home." They always scored, got the first down, or got the ball back. "All right, I guess you can stay."
- The commentators kept cutting to some guy named "Mike" in the studio when a play was under review: "Whaddaya think, Mike?" It became a running joke. When we caught the last few laps of a NASCAR race, somebody spun out in the infield, and the commentator there (where do they get them?!?) quipped "Dunno how he placed - there's no sensors in the infield." Mom turned to me, grinned, and said "Whaddaya think, Mike?" Hee.
So yeah, I'm better. A decent night's sleep, and I'll be ready to face the world again. Maybe. I hope. At least the weather will be cooler...
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- Told her in the most roundabout way that I was needing a new job. She sees right through me - I might as well wear cellophane around her. She didn't say much about it, but I think she's secretly pleased. To be fair, OldJob (I can call it that now, right?) gave me diddly-squat hours and diddly-squat pay, and now that I have the opportunity to get a better job, that's one less thing for her to worry about.
- She kept telling me "If they (meaning OU, of course) don't score/get a first down/get the ball back, you gotta go home." They always scored, got the first down, or got the ball back. "All right, I guess you can stay."
- The commentators kept cutting to some guy named "Mike" in the studio when a play was under review: "Whaddaya think, Mike?" It became a running joke. When we caught the last few laps of a NASCAR race, somebody spun out in the infield, and the commentator there (where do they get them?!?) quipped "Dunno how he placed - there's no sensors in the infield." Mom turned to me, grinned, and said "Whaddaya think, Mike?" Hee.
So yeah, I'm better. A decent night's sleep, and I'll be ready to face the world again. Maybe. I hope. At least the weather will be cooler...
This entry was originally posted at http://elbiesee.dreamwidth.org/9563.html . Comment here or there, whatever you're comfortable with. Thanks for reading the fine print - have a nice day!