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.
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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: 2010-08-02 01:17 am (UTC)Hm. Al's family adores him. His mother actually dropped off the remainder of his belongings when it became ridiculous that he was claiming we weren't living together when we were together 7 days out of 7 and all the stuff he actually used daily - clothes, books, computer - were all at my house. I think they'd disapprove of anyone, tbh. But I am not a forgiving person. At all. Not a good thing, but still true.
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Date: 2010-08-02 01:44 am (UTC)Then, she showed up at the wedding, wished us the best and has been fairly lovely ever since. WTF?
Normally, I don't believe people change, but she has really made an effort not to be a cunt. ;)
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Date: 2010-08-02 02:10 am (UTC)This sounds familiar, though fast-forward to after a dozen years of marriage. I really believe in the whole "resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die" thing. But I'm not good with forgiveness when someone has been really offensive. It takes awhile, but when I have written someone off, they stay off. I'm in no way proud of this, but it's reality.
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Date: 2010-08-02 04:28 am (UTC)I didn't hold a grudge, because she didn't know me. She hated this faceless person who stole her son. If she HAD known me, and been a bitch, it would have had a totally different ending.
My mother always likes to say that I would "bite off my nose to spite my face." I'm still not quite sure what she means by that, but I'm quite sure it's an insult. ;D