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girls in cars
[i wrote this first part on sunday and forgot to post it, but hello, this is posting old things week]
Today I got a ride in an old white Cadillac with a broken gas gauge, which ended in a predictable fashion, thankfully after we were out of the tunnels and in easy walking distance of a gas station. First time I've ever been in that situation; life remains an adventure. We were trying to get to a training event and I admitted I was mostly going because it was Sunday and I don't care about the game and had nothing better to do than get paid a few bucks, and we missed the first hour of it; almost a pity, it was surprisingly useful, and I liked the instructor who looked older than she looked and who pulled off a tunic-top and leggings and knee-high heeled boots as business wear. I wish I could do that.
On the way back, we did the usual introductory small-talk about motherhood and death. The big news of the day is that all the certification stuff I was bitching about late last year? has just been eliminated by court order, though I doubt this will last because it is embarrassingly absurd and it doesn't matter to me anyway because I wanted to skip that rung entirely anyway.
I DO now have a second job, also local; it starts next week at some undefined moment because current job is being shitty about providing me with a schedule. I am hopeful and a tiny bit apprehensive about all the bits of it and all the people in it that will be new to me, and I hope I can re-learn how to be on the go all the time. I have a whole bunch of teabags in a ziplock in my handbag and everything is fine.
Today I got a ride in an old white Cadillac with a broken gas gauge, which ended in a predictable fashion, thankfully after we were out of the tunnels and in easy walking distance of a gas station. First time I've ever been in that situation; life remains an adventure. We were trying to get to a training event and I admitted I was mostly going because it was Sunday and I don't care about the game and had nothing better to do than get paid a few bucks, and we missed the first hour of it; almost a pity, it was surprisingly useful, and I liked the instructor who looked older than she looked and who pulled off a tunic-top and leggings and knee-high heeled boots as business wear. I wish I could do that.
On the way back, we did the usual introductory small-talk about motherhood and death. The big news of the day is that all the certification stuff I was bitching about late last year? has just been eliminated by court order, though I doubt this will last because it is embarrassingly absurd and it doesn't matter to me anyway because I wanted to skip that rung entirely anyway.
I DO now have a second job, also local; it starts next week at some undefined moment because current job is being shitty about providing me with a schedule. I am hopeful and a tiny bit apprehensive about all the bits of it and all the people in it that will be new to me, and I hope I can re-learn how to be on the go all the time. I have a whole bunch of teabags in a ziplock in my handbag and everything is fine.