Monday, November 17, 2008

How rude of me...

I haven't introduced myself yet. Please, pull up a chair (if you're not already sitting on one, although most people sit on computer chairs near a computer. Mine resembles a stool on wheels, because my brother broke off the arms and back. Not that good for your back, I have to say), grab a drink.





That is a picture of me, as I was learning to read, and grabbing any kind of reading material I could get my hands on. And, of course, every parent needs to take embarrassing pictures of their children to show to friends and family.

I'm Miss Candle Stick Maker, because my family's surname is a profession, for example, Baker. In my primary school, there were two boys whose last names were Cheeseman and Cheesemaker. When my teacher once talked about names, and some of the meanings, I sarcastically asked what their names meant. A girl turned towards me, squinted her eyes like she was thinking deeply, and said in all seriousness, "I think it means...someone who makes cheese."
I was very grateful for that insight. Never would have figured that out.





I recently graduated from high school, just this year. I was very disappointed in myself, for not being more average. On my report card, I had two A's, a B, and three C's. I should have strived for blandness, to get C's across the board. Not that there's anything wrong in getting C's, but I'm so average in everything I'm surprised I didn't get them for every subject.





Unlike my classmates and counter parts, I'm not out working full-time, or applying for university or TAFE. I would be working full-time, but I just quit my job. They were being arseholes about the fact that I have to have an operation in December, during Christmas shopping. Which I guess, is fair enough, if it weren't for the fact that I told them during my interview, and on my first day of training, and they fell about telling me it was fine, that they were glad to have me on the team! I don't understand why they couldn't get someone to cover my shifts, seeing as I only get one or two shifts a week. It was just easier to blame me, I guess. So they said they were going to replace me before the end of November, which I don't believe. They always came in under budget, they didn't have enough money for me to have two shifts a week, they can't afford to replace me.


At this time last year, I had three part-time jobs. How the mighty have fallen...yeah, not really. There's no point in me applying for another job and working there until my operation because the training will take too long, and no one will employ a girl who can work there for a week or two, and can't be there when it's going to be busy.





I'm also not applying for TAFE, because I have no idea what I want to do. I have applied for university, but I don't particularly like the courses I applied for. I think I find out if I got in on Christmas Eve, which is sure to depress me for the entire holidays, so I'm going to ignore it until my holiday cheer has drained away.





Since leaving school and quitting my job, I've been at home much more than I ever used to be. I've become addicted to bad TV (Girls of the Playboy Mansion, The Rachel Zoe Project, etc) and cleaning. I need a hobby, like stamp collecting.





Enough about that, I should talk about my family. I live with my mother, Ma Baker, and my two younger brothers, who both happen to be disabled. They are B1 and B2, alike in what seperates them from the rest of the world, but still so different. I guess they couldn't improve on perfection, after my parents had me. That's totally it. I've hardly seen my father, who I have lovingly nicknamed Arsehole. He recently bought me a car, which I appreciate, but I don't one nice gesture is going to make up for years of abuse.





My entire family is crazy, especially my Scottish, homicidal grandfather. I can never understand a word that he says, and one of the rare chats I had with him, ended up going exactly like this-


Him: Blah blah blah


Me: I'm sorry, what did you say?


Him: Huh?


Me: What?


Him: HUH?!


For the moment, I think that's a pretty good introduction. I hope you enjoyed it, if you didn't, it's not my job to entertain you.

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