i figured i'd update this thing while my boss has stepped out for the next indefinite number of hours.
i work at a law firm now. i'd say i pretty much love this job: my own fucking little office, with filing cabinets and a computer and a shredder and a fax machine. and i'm just the courier. i'm in charge of making deliveries to other law offices, filing client documents, answering the phone, and making copies.
at first i dreaded coming into work, because this particular lawyer is intimidating. for instance, on my third day of work he totally freaked out on me because i didn't take a client's number down when they called (i figured he already had it). before asking him for a day off next month, i had to close my eyes and count back from ten, completely feigning some sort of composure as i stood in front of him. i have never been that nervous about needing time off.
last week, however, i realized he's all talk. he walks in and starts going through the filing cabinets, then says, in a huff, "caitlin, in this office, we file things alphabetically. so that would mean that there is no way an 'M' file could come before a 'P' file." he just stands there for a minute staring at the files, realizing his mistake. "whatever, i don't even care," he growls. i had to smile a little as he walked out, defeated. so much for his phd, not even knowing his abc's...i can't believe i just typed that.
but yeah, i really like working here. the hours are great--one to five, monday thru friday. and i get thursday and friday off this week, just because saturday is the 4th and that's how they roll at this office. i'm starting to even get used to my boss's attitude. i'm really proud of myself.
it's summer. nothing has really gone on yet. my family went to florida. i was invited but i insisted that i'd be getting a job, and i did, so i didn't go. i ended up house-sitting mine and my grandma's place for two weeks. on my family's first day out i invited a few people to come swimming at my grandma's. it turned into a party that i really didn't want to have. a bunch of faggoty people showed up, didn't even say hi to me, even though it was my place, and three ipods ended up being stolen: mine, chris's, and this girl brittany's.
neither chris nor i knew anything till the next morning because we passed out. a few days later, i was wishing andrew a happy birthday when he informed me that for some reason, brittany had left the party with chris's ipod. i sent her a text asking for it and she just said, "that sucks." i thought, well that's really fucking weird. so i kinda left it alone for a couple days, thinking maybe it would all just take care of itself, until george's girlfriend kiley told me the same story. except she added that brittany caraway had pulled the ipod out at cheddar's in front of like, seven people, and announced that she just took the other ipod she found on the patio to compensate for her own. i was pissed.
i sent brittany another text telling her, "you better give that ipod back." and she sends me three back, talking about how i'm "shady" and that her taking it wasn't a move against chris but definitely against me, and that this was "the second time she went out of her way to hang out with me and something got stolen."
OKAY. LET'S BACK UP HERE. THERE ARE TWO THINGS WRONG WITH HER LOGIC. one, she didn't go out of her way to see me. she merely showed up at the pool with andrew because they are fucking, apparently. and two, the assumption that i stole not one, but two things from this broad, is ridiculous. (the first time she's referring to is when she got really drunk with me & a few other folks in our junior year of high school and irresponsibly left her wallet in a thicket of greenery beside my house, because i guess she was peeing or throwing up there. my grandmother later found it, then lost it again, and then by the time it was found again, she had already moved away to college.)
anyway, i started telling her off and a ridiculous argument ensued via text. meanwhile, chase is telling me that some guy had actually sold an ipod to his friend bryan a couple days before for $25 and that it matched the description of brittany's ipod. i don't know how true this story is, but he said that bryan would be happy to sell the ipod back to her (i don't know how right it is to try to make money off someone trying to get their own shit back, but then again, this bitch stole chris's ipod, so i went with it). she was like, "i'll definitely buy it" and said they could take care of it whenever possible.
i told chris all that was going on with her. he read the texts she sent me and got pissed. he just wanted his shit back and we knew she had it. so he called her. she didn't answer. he left her two messages: one said that if she did not call back by noon the next day he was going to call the cops, and the other said that he would call her before just to give her a second chance. i asked her if she got the messages, to which she replied, "i never check them." so i told her what they said.
and she went off. all of a sudden she tried to say that her brother had an ipod just like chris's, so the one she had was actually his. she threatened to file a harrassment report if i didn't stop texting her. it was rigoddamndiculous.
the next day chase asks for her number because he wants to settle the transaction and get bryan's money. she ended up giving back chris's ipod (that suddenly materialized, obviously!?) but not giving any money to chase. needless to say, he was pissed. but that's beside the point. i'm just glad chris got his shit back, and according to chase, her ipod had some water damage. karma's a bitch. :)
i still don't have my ipod though. oh well. i will hopefully get one that's like 120 gigs for my birthday, with my name engraved as kind of a "fuck you" to anyone that even thinks about pocketing it.
speaking of missing things, last saturday, george, kevin, alanah, jarrod, cory, and i went swimming. it was a really chill time of talking and being thrown by kevin, and then everyone left. a bit afterwards, i got a call from george, telling me he thought he left his wallet at my grandma's. i looked everywhere but couldn't find it. i even went and picked up george across town so he could look, but to no avail. i told him i could get him early the next day, father's day, and then we'd look together when it was bright outside. we still couldn't find it. he deduced that it could have only been at my grandma's, in tina's car, or at cvs. tina didn't see it in her car, he called cvs and they hadn't seen it, and it obviously wasn't at my grandma's. he was pretty drunk that day so he couldn't pinpoint where else it could be. i was worried that when people found out about that siutation they would think that i'm a whorish thief and that my grandma's house is a black hole. luckily, two days later, it was retrieved in tina's car. SCORE.
my great-grandma dorothy (whom i will now refer to as dot) flipped a bitch on me on father's day, right after george left my grandma's. i think she was under the impression that i had some sort of party the day before, which is not true, or that i was having relations with george, which is so not true. things seemed normal and expected when she showed up at my grandma's after the "beautiful service" at church, as she referred to it. she asked me if i could help her and granddad get a few things from the car, and i happily obliged. i had already fed the cats, so i didn't really know what else to do.
i sat on the loveseat playing with my phone when i heard this awful yelling.
"GET IN HERE AND CLEAN THESE CAT PANS RIGHT NOW!" and then i see dot gingerly coming towards me. she got right up in my face and told me that i "hadn't seen her mad yet". i tried to reason with her. i commented on how unnecessary the whole situation was. but she kept pushing me into the laundry room (where the litterboxes are) and then into the garage.
she told me, "YOU'RE WORTHLESS!" then picked up the poop-scoop and chunked it at me with all her old-lady might. "WORTHLESS!" it was like a scene from mommie dearest. at this point i gave my grandma neda, her daughter, a call in florida to let her know shit had hit the fan--and i wasn't sure why. she told me to just ignore it because she deals with it on the daily. that was my plan, until i went back into the house.
dot stormed into the laundry room as i was cleaning out the other litter box and started banging shit around, transferring the trash in the laundry room into the garage trashcan for no good reason.
i told her, "grandma, could you stop? there's really no need for all this." my great granddad leon is agreeing and telling her, "come on dorothy, let's go."
but she insisted on adding fuel to the fire, telling me that my dad is probably rolling over in his grave disappointed in all the things i do. i was pissed; she had no room to bring up my dad like that.
"WHAT DO I DO? I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!" i retorted. probably not the best choice of words, but i was offended. she goes on to say that i know "exactly" what i do and so do "all the people i lay with." what the fuck does that mean? i've had sex with one guy. she asked me what i had done with these towels she washed a few days before (and placed on the couch for some reason). i told her i took them out to the pool, because they are pool towels.
"OH, YOU REALLY NEED 5 TOWELS FOR TWO PEOPLE HUH?!" this is when i realized that she didn't know whether it was just me or george or that i had thrown a party.
either way i told her, "well yeah, there were five people here."
she said something along the lines of, "YOU'RE 20 YEARS OLD, AN ADULT, AND ALL YOU DO WITH YOUR LIFE IS PARTY!" (damn right.) i think she may have even thrown in the word worthless again.
i remember the last thing she said before i snuck out through the garage was, "YOU'LL NEVER HOLD A JOB IF YOU'RE TOO STUPID TO TAKE CARE OF THE CATS!"
it was ridiculous. i haven't apologized to her; i don't think i need to. if anything, she should be apologizing, but i know she never will. i guess i shouldn't have cussed at her. if i do end up giving her a call, i'll probably say sorry for that.
in other news, my family is back in town, and i'm in the process of redecorating my room. i did my first abstract painting the other day from a mix of acrylic, tempura, and watercolor paints. it's titled what goes through my head when i listen to sonic youth. which brings me to my next point. I AM SEEING SONIC YOUTH IN 16 DAYS! i'm going to get in the front fucking row. i love them, so much. i figured in seventh grade that i would love that band in due time when i heard "teenage riot". and my prediction was correct. also, justin called me last night! we've been talking fairly often since he moved back to virgina. then i stopped getting calls for a few weeks. i found out last night that this is because he's been in michigan for the last month or so and that he will be for another month, and that he's hardly been getting any reception (i had wondered why he didn't respond to the picture message of my new kitten, remington "remy" flash). he told me he misses it here, and that he'd like to get some money together and at least visit. :D :D :D
life is really working right now.