shhh shhh I don't want her to hear…
A gal in
Crazy things that happened in the last 24 hours or so:
-I'm real close to getting a writing assignment with the Post-Gazette. Yesterday, my contact, Nate, gave me the number of some other guy to call. I rang his bell, he asked me, very nicely, if I would call him back in a few minutes because he was *this* close to a deadline. It worked out well because the baby had just risen from his nap and was fiending for some Pedialyte. It was just like that scene in Boyz N the Hood when Ricky was meeting with the college scout and his little boy came running in the room. Everyone giggled and the scout said, “Is that your little brother?” and Ricky said, “No, that's my son.” Then there was an uncomfortable silence. It was just like that…only different.
Anyway. My mom came home from work just in time so I called the guy back and gave him my shpiel and he said that what they usually do with free-lancers who haven't written for them before is have them basically write the article and then they decide if they want to publish it or not. Pretty understandable. Then he told me that I should email him my resume and some writing samples “to see if it would even be worthwhile for you to write anything.” Thanks for the vote of confidence, chief. I told the boyfriend all this and he said, “Well, it's not like you're some sucker.” Aww…not a sucker…he makes me feel like such a lady.
;-p
I sent the guy my stuff today but still haven't heard back. I. Hate. That. But, he's got one of those “job” things so he's probably pretty busy…working or whatever they do.
My dad came over last night to visit. He's a little mopey because he thinks it's about time for his mother to go into a nursing home. I guess that's hard for anyone to admit about their parents. She's in her 90s or something crazy. I, personally, would be uncomfortable having her anywhere else. But… He's having trouble getting help (financially and otherwise) from his brothers. And his sister, who lives in Florida, has her hands full…although not with money. Apparently they're broke and the daughter has a really bad case of schizophrenia that they're trying to treat holistically. I don't even want to get into it. But apparently most of the people on my dad's side of the family are crazier than shithouse rats. This frightens me since that's my gene pool we're pissing in. *bites shoulder*
The boyfriend just told me about some product that his mom is testing for some company. It's supposed to help you sleep by sending low doses of electricity into your inner ears. The boyfriend tried it out and said it made him feel drunk.
I've lost my train of thought. Sorry.
