Posts tagged personal stuff
Posts tagged personal stuff
I’ve been having the usual new-job/school/lifechange nightmares for the past two weeks, and I spent all day today buying work clothes, half of which are mildly modern and fashionable, and half of which make me look like a news reporter from the 30s.
I’m still not in much of a sociable mood, yet. November has not been a kind month. There was more besides my grandfather’s death and my wallet being stolen, but I don’t think I want to talk about any of it. Hopefully December will be better.
I was supposed to go to Philcon with my friends after work.
I woke up sick, my wallet was stolen, and my family called to tell me my grandfather had died.
I owe a lot to that vanished group. Were you in it? I miss you.
Made this short comic for Dirty Diamonds #4- breakups. If you missed it at MICE and SPX this year, it’ll be at Asbury Park Comic Con in 2014, and fingers crossed for TCAF.
For a lot of Gen X and Gen Y, I imagine that this is going to hit home … it did for me.
Posted for the first close group of internet friends I had and loved and completely lost contact with and don’t even know how to look for them now.
(p.s. I was able to keep tabs on my second close group of internet friends and they ain’t gettin’ rid of me that easy)
Check out all these great tattoo artists.
OMFG….. These are gorgeous.
He’s been dying for a long time. Months. And it’s now at the point where he’s in a nursing home and they are letting him eat whatever he wants and aren’t giving him any medication beyond pain relief.
My family didn’t tell me, because that’s how my family works. I just learned about it, accidentally. Fifteen minutes ago.
So, if I’m not talking beyond the occasional reblog for the next few weeks, that’s why.
Me: *in brain* Okay, it’s Halloween and everybody’s too busy or sick to do Halloween stuff with the kid so I’ll do Halloween stuff with the kid. I am such an awesome aunt and a genius.
Me: *plops down 25-pound pumpkin in front of kid* Okay, you design the jack-o-lantern and I’ll carve it.
Kid: Okay, here’s a design for the pumpkin and it’s going to be a fire-breathing nuclear zombie teeth monster ninja going LOL with the trollface and here are my blueprints the striped parts are where you just take the peel off and the light gray parts are where you cut half the pumpkin off and the black parts are where you cut all the way through this is going to be awesome!
Me: …..I can cut holes. That’s it.
Kid: This is the worst Halloween ever.
Getting this off my chest, because I can’t easily talk to anyone offline about this, for reasons that are why I’m ranting.
I am 30, which is not old-old but kind of not young anymore. Like the age where lots of your friends are married or planning to get married or having kids, but you still have these moments where you’re like “…I’ve got a car. I could, like, drive to Miami. I could drive to Miami right now," and you sometimes buy a whole thing of Oreos and eat them all for dinner just because you can and then you wonder who the hell gave you permission to be a grown up because you’re definitely not ready for it.
Anyway, getting off topic. What I’m complaining about is that I don’t have anybody I can complain to, or even really talk to and they know where I’m coming from.
Yeah, this sounds great at first, like, “Oh, they’re treating you like part of their family! That’s wonderful!”
But think about it for a minute. How do you treat family? In the case I have to deal with today, you think nothing about inviting family members to dinners with grandparents or birthday parties or family outings. But, if you’re not actually part of that family, if you are in fact an employee of that family, if you are dependent on the income that this family provides you, and you are being invited to dinners and outings and parties where you will not be paid, this is not a good thing. Yes, I love these kids. Yes, I would like to celebrate their life events and I enjoy spending time with them. But I also have my own life on my own time, and you are not a cousin or an aunt or a sister, you are my boss. There is a power dynamic here.
If you invite me to a big party with all your extended relations, and I decline the invitation, you will feel hurt and like I rejected this feeling of family that you are trying to encourage. But from my perspective, my boss is asking me to go to an event where I must spend several hours with people related to my boss, none of whom are comfortable including me in these family-specific occasions, and several of which who will quietly question why I am there. My boss will be upset or even angry if I do not go, I will be very uncomfortable there, I will lose hours that I would have otherwise used working on other jobs or spending time on my own life, and I will not be compensated for my time.
So this is why I’m really dreading dealing with Kiddo’s fourth birthday party today. And his second birthday party next weekend.
Okay so tonight was Parent-Teacher night for Sparkles’ kindergarten (no I didn’t go even though everybody thinks I’m her mom her actual parents went I stayed home with her and Kiddo).* I’m not sure why they need a Parent-Teacher night after like half a week of Kindergarten, but maybe they need to reassure the parents that they aren’t torturing their children? I don’t know.
And. The teachers asked each parent to try to guess which of the pictures on the wall was the one made by their kid.
Most of the pictures were standard Kindergarten pictures of circular blobs with faces, maybe a tree or something. Not Sparkles’ picture, though. They were able to pick out Sparkles’ picture right away.
It had full-bodied accurately-drawn human figures, a cut-out mosaic of meticulously colored tie-dyed shirts in the background, and the words “I LIKE NUTELLA" written on the top.
I am so very, very proud.
But the problem is she’s not my little girl.