I think the job interview went pretty well.
I’ve already sent them a thank you note in an email and they said they would get back to me about the job in a week or two, sometime before Christmas. I do hope they call me and say, please start Tuesday after the holiday. It’s a 9-6 job, but I think I can manage with the work schedule and all of my appointments in the next month.
But I don’t know if the person I had the interview with liked me.
Nothing is set in stone right now. They still have time to make a decision. But you should have seen how awesome this place was. There’s figurines of dragons and other action figures under glass in the lobby, and there are four feet tall statues of Darth Vader and a Storm Trooper in between them.
You know the next Star Wars movie is due to come out when…
And this weekend, it was pretty nice to see all the figurines on sale at Barnes and Noble, after I took my annual trip to Valley View Farms with my family to look at all the decorated Christmas trees and buy a new holiday ornament for our tree. My parents desperately want an all dachshund tree, I’m pretty sure, because of my dad’s love of dogs, especially our puppy Cinder and the Canadian A-list star of the internet, Crusoe the Celebrity Dachshund.
But the only income I’ve made is the $10 I made from selling my writing gloves on Etsy. It pretty much made up for the maintenance fee Bank of America charged me in October for a stupid rule about keeping a $1500 balance every day and never going under unless you are on direct deposit, or they charge you $12.
You have no idea how badly I want to buy myself Christmas presents, or buy some presents for my parents this year. My mother is talking about buying only one present for each person on our list this year. She didn’t want to spend more than five dollars at the craft store either. So much for making my AC Moore rewards card reach 2,000 points so I could get a $10 gift card.
And yesterday, I found out that my dad is sick, again. And this time, it’s not because my dad’s inhaler is running out. I’ve got a bad feeling that by the end of this week, dad will have to go to the doctor again and have to pay even more money for bronchitis medicine.
Basically, this year for Christmas, my dad’s present is drugs for his asthma and heart.
You have no idea how desperate I am for money. Or presents. We may not have a Christmas this year. I don’t like this at all.
Guess I’m going to have to find a way to make some money so I can pay rent to my parents, and that way, my family can have a normal life. And I’ve already paid so much money in the past to relieve some tension with the government, social security, my social life, and believe it or not my teeth. (Dental surgery, honey.)
People that have money are allowed to have a social life and a Christmas. People that have no money and no health insurance, they don’t even have the right to a good holiday with friends and family, unless you want to starve.
But I guess from the way the doctors at all of my sick and physical visits have told me that I’m 15 or 20 pounds too fat (I think I’m still at 149 pounds), maybe I should starve myself and save some money so my parents can afford presents. That’s what a lot of poor people are doing for their children. And I’m sure homeless people would say that the only present they want for Christmas is a hot meal and a warm place to sleep.
People with cancer would want to spend another year alive in full remission to see their families for Christmas. That’s the only thing they would want this year, to live longer, for more time.
People with depression, they want happiness. They don’t want to spend another Christmas alone and reaching for the booze when their families make them miserable. They want to be happy.
My mom wants everyone to be happy, including her. I want my grandmother to give me a gift card for a store or restaurant so I can have a nice dinner with my boyfriend, instead of giving me crappy thrift store things that I can’t use, like a puke green threadbare looking pashmina.
And I want to be happy too. Because I want happiness to cost nothing. And no matter where I go, happiness is expensive. Everywhere you go, to be happy you have to spend money. That’s what life is like in the Scrump Administration.
Can I please have my happiness for free? That’s what I want for Christmas.
-The Lady in the Blue Box
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