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Goddamn I hate going into the office. The chairs are painful and the next day I end up being achy and sore. And I have to do it again on Thursday. Ugh.
The interview went pretty well, I think. I did my best at least. I put out there all the stuff that I'm doing and added on what we've been doing while my manager has been on leave--that I've been elected substitute Team Lead by my teammates. I don't know if it was enough. I'll find out in two weeks. I at least looked cute. My hair behaved for a change, and I had my blazer and a scarlet top and black pants. Jess let me borrow their Betsey Johnson Boots, just for a little extra good luck. I figured that showed that I know what's appropriate.
I'll find out in two weeks, so I'm going to try to put it out of my mind for the moment.
Fun thing, at about 8:30, dad called me. Being at work, I didn't answer. But he called again. And again and again. I finally went to the bathroom and picked up, but he didn't answer. He called again and I picked up. No one there. I texted Jess who confirmed that he was doing the same thing to them. Fourteen calls between 8:30 and 11:30. I finally had to turn my ringer off. Jess finally got ahold of him. He was calling because his breakfast was late and he was bored. He had his earphone in, so he couldn't hear us when we picked up. Then, he got worried that he could reach anyone and redoubled his efforts. He wanted one of us to call the rehab and tell them that he hadn't gotten breakfast.
I went over last night, since my sister had to work late, and not a word from him like "sorry I worried you, or sorry I drained your phone battery with repeated calls."
When I go over, I find that I continue to be angry at him. He's constantly complaining and just unpleasant to be around, and find myself getting impatient. The rehab hasn't been great for his mental accuity. He's having a harder time finding words, which worries me. I'm thinking it's probably the understimulation affecting him, but it's something I want to keep an eye on. The problem with him being mostly deaf is that he's very isolated while he's in the rehab, so he's not getting much interaction except when we're there.
Okay, going to get myself together and figure out pants and more coffee. Everyone have a wonderful Tuesday!
The interview went pretty well, I think. I did my best at least. I put out there all the stuff that I'm doing and added on what we've been doing while my manager has been on leave--that I've been elected substitute Team Lead by my teammates. I don't know if it was enough. I'll find out in two weeks. I at least looked cute. My hair behaved for a change, and I had my blazer and a scarlet top and black pants. Jess let me borrow their Betsey Johnson Boots, just for a little extra good luck. I figured that showed that I know what's appropriate.
I'll find out in two weeks, so I'm going to try to put it out of my mind for the moment.
Fun thing, at about 8:30, dad called me. Being at work, I didn't answer. But he called again. And again and again. I finally went to the bathroom and picked up, but he didn't answer. He called again and I picked up. No one there. I texted Jess who confirmed that he was doing the same thing to them. Fourteen calls between 8:30 and 11:30. I finally had to turn my ringer off. Jess finally got ahold of him. He was calling because his breakfast was late and he was bored. He had his earphone in, so he couldn't hear us when we picked up. Then, he got worried that he could reach anyone and redoubled his efforts. He wanted one of us to call the rehab and tell them that he hadn't gotten breakfast.
I went over last night, since my sister had to work late, and not a word from him like "sorry I worried you, or sorry I drained your phone battery with repeated calls."
When I go over, I find that I continue to be angry at him. He's constantly complaining and just unpleasant to be around, and find myself getting impatient. The rehab hasn't been great for his mental accuity. He's having a harder time finding words, which worries me. I'm thinking it's probably the understimulation affecting him, but it's something I want to keep an eye on. The problem with him being mostly deaf is that he's very isolated while he's in the rehab, so he's not getting much interaction except when we're there.
Okay, going to get myself together and figure out pants and more coffee. Everyone have a wonderful Tuesday!
