Life and death and stoopid customers
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tripperfunsterUrg. I got a facebook message from my ex-husband two days ago. (I"m not on facebook, but my hubby is) My ex-mother-in-law has very advanced cancer and has only days to live. :(
She is a lovely lady, and despite my not being very religious, having bright pink hair (and a shaved in checkerboard) and being a fairly outspoken, somewhat raunchy twenty-something, she was wonderful and immediately accepting of me.
My ex had a large, loud and clever family (6 kids, plus assorted husbands and wives and kids) and family gatherings were great fun for me. My family has little to no sense of humour, and although we don't fight much, we don't really have much to say to each other either.
I really think I married him for his family. Oh, and his sense of humour. He was a stand up comedian, and really, that's pretty much all it takes to get into my pants. ;D
As you can imagine, the divorce was doubly hard on me, because although I didn't want to be married to him anymore, I really didn't want to lose his family. But I did. *shrugs*
I went to visit his mom in the hospital today. It was hard to see her so frail, but her mind is still as sharp as a whip, so that's something. We had a nice little chat, where I cried more than spoke, but I"m glad I went.
My ex wasn't there, but three of his sisters were, and it was ... really great to see them, and really strange at the same time. I was really close with one of them, and she dropped my like a hot potato when Rick and I split.
*big sigh* I THOUGHT i was over all that shit, but I guess I still have 'issues that I haven't yet dealt with.
On astupider happier note: Here is a conversation that I had at the store today.
We have a sign on our counter saying that we are accepting volunteers.
Customer: Oh! You take volunteers here?
Me: Yes. Anyone between 12 and 16 is welcome to apply.
Customer: What do you give them?
Me: Excuse me?
Customer: What do they get for volunteering?
Me: Uh ... a shirt with our logo on it, and after a certain number of hours, they get a staff discount in the store.
Customer: You don't pay them?
Me: ... No.
Customer: Gee, it would be really nice if you could pay them.
Me: Yes, but then they wouldn't be volunteers, they'd be employees, and we are already fully staffed.
Customer: But it just doesn't seem fair!
WTF? We've been open for 12 years, and never had volunteers, but we get like ... 10 requests a week. We finally decide to give it a try, and suddenly the MORONS come out of the woodwork. *eyeroll*
She is a lovely lady, and despite my not being very religious, having bright pink hair (and a shaved in checkerboard) and being a fairly outspoken, somewhat raunchy twenty-something, she was wonderful and immediately accepting of me.
My ex had a large, loud and clever family (6 kids, plus assorted husbands and wives and kids) and family gatherings were great fun for me. My family has little to no sense of humour, and although we don't fight much, we don't really have much to say to each other either.
I really think I married him for his family. Oh, and his sense of humour. He was a stand up comedian, and really, that's pretty much all it takes to get into my pants. ;D
As you can imagine, the divorce was doubly hard on me, because although I didn't want to be married to him anymore, I really didn't want to lose his family. But I did. *shrugs*
I went to visit his mom in the hospital today. It was hard to see her so frail, but her mind is still as sharp as a whip, so that's something. We had a nice little chat, where I cried more than spoke, but I"m glad I went.
My ex wasn't there, but three of his sisters were, and it was ... really great to see them, and really strange at the same time. I was really close with one of them, and she dropped my like a hot potato when Rick and I split.
*big sigh* I THOUGHT i was over all that shit, but I guess I still have 'issues that I haven't yet dealt with.
On a
We have a sign on our counter saying that we are accepting volunteers.
Customer: Oh! You take volunteers here?
Me: Yes. Anyone between 12 and 16 is welcome to apply.
Customer: What do you give them?
Me: Excuse me?
Customer: What do they get for volunteering?
Me: Uh ... a shirt with our logo on it, and after a certain number of hours, they get a staff discount in the store.
Customer: You don't pay them?
Me: ... No.
Customer: Gee, it would be really nice if you could pay them.
Me: Yes, but then they wouldn't be volunteers, they'd be employees, and we are already fully staffed.
Customer: But it just doesn't seem fair!
WTF? We've been open for 12 years, and never had volunteers, but we get like ... 10 requests a week. We finally decide to give it a try, and suddenly the MORONS come out of the woodwork. *eyeroll*
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Date: 2010-07-27 04:30 am (UTC)It was really hard to lose them. not to mention that I had (stupidly) taken on many of his friends as my own too, so I was doubly, triply wounded and alone. Not to mention that I had no family in the province.
It all worked out, of course, and it was nice to be in a really good personal space when meeting them today. (I mean, aside from poor MIL). I'm happily married to a great guy, I have two fantastic kids, a job I love and MOAR PORN THAN I CAN HANDLE. *cough* I may have left that last part out ...*cough*
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Date: 2010-07-27 04:47 am (UTC)