Shopping
Tom's grandfather's wife passed away yesterday. Tomorrow, we will
be going to Austin for her funeral.
I haven't been to a funeral since 1972. I swore off. I meant it. I
didn't have a funeral for my son, Ron. I didn't go to my mother's
funeral. But I'm going to this one. I think it will mean a lot to
Tom and his parents if I do.
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I spent more money on myself today than I have in a good long while. I
don't have a problem spending money; it is just that I'm used to spending
it on other people.
The department store dress code is business attire. I do have several
suits, but they seem to be a bit smaller than they were when I put them
away a couple of years ago. Must be the dry air or something. *smile*
Daniel and I grabbed a quick brunch in
the food court of the mall and went our separate ways after doing a
little browsing in his favorite (goth) shop, Hot Topics.
I did manage to find ONE suit that I liked. I also picked up some
of my cologne and bath powder. Ciara is getting harder and harder to
find as the years go by.
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In order to make it to Carrie Lou's funeral, we had to make plans to
leave the house before dawn, around 5:15AM. Since I was scheduled
to work until 2:00AM that night, I decided to go ahead and quit
my job.
I do not like telling people that I'm quitting. It makes me very
squirmy, especially on such short notice.
I took the chicken's way
out. Instead of waiting until the managers were in, I went
in early and left a letter of resignation along with my security
badge on his desk. Then, I gave another copy to the temp agency
who assigned me.
I guess it was probably a good idea to have the weekend off before
starting the department store job on Monday, if you can
call going to Austin and back for a funeral a day off . . . .
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