Post-Dinner Post

While my aunt was in the ladies' room, I had it out with my mother about the car. She was somewhat alarmed that I wasn't behaving like a doormat on the issue. She told me not to yell at her. I pointed out that I hadn't raised my voice (and I hadn't, I was very restrained, especially for me). She said something about all the negativity she was getting from me. Mom told me Dad was very busy, but that she'd work on him. We'll see. As my therapist says, actions speak louder than words, and my parents have two weeks.

The rest of my week has been nondescript, except for a job interview, and I look forward to more of the same. The job interview was for a part-time reference librarian gig in the suburbs. I probably won't be able to take it, as some of the hours overlap with my library job. Well, it was good experience anyway. Now, I just need to make it to work on time this week. I wasn't on time much of any time last week. Maybe something good will happen this week. I think one of the reasons that January and February are so dreary is that there is nothing to look forward to. Christmas is done, my birthday (which I'm not so keen on celebrating anyway) is months away, and Spring is also a long ways away. I can just hope something good happens this week. Like getting called for (and acing) an interview for a full-time library job.