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| Thursday, 16 July 2009 | |
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One of the nightshifters was a little pissed off because I came in at 5:55am (I should show up at 6). She wanted me to come in a quarter before her 6am take-off. Apparently both of the nightshifters have two jobs. They're supposed to stay with grandma until 6am and their other job is at 6, too. Wow! Maybe it's my fault. I should have said "I will try" instead of "all right". Or better yet, I should have said No. But then again, that is not Me. I don't like her. That's it. (The other one is nice, btw). *******
Grandma received a call today and I thought she's going to cry. Someone was asking for Grandpa M and she told the person on the other line that he died a few years ago. Then she told me after she hung up the phone, "They wanted to talk to M. Well, I wanted to, too." Aww... *******
For the second time in five days, Grandma threw up this morning and this time with an accident on her pull-ups. God, I wanted to hug her and tell her that she's going to be all right. But first I had to clean her up. It's my first time to clean someone else's behind. Surprisingly I was all right. I guess a part of me was really trying to make her feel okay. I can't make her feel better but OK would be fine. My heart is being crushed every time she says, "I am sorry, dear." "Don't worry grandma, shit happens," I was tempted to kid around but I thought the timing wasn't right. So instead of speaking, I just rubbed her back softly hoping she'll get my message that it's all right, nothing to feel sorry about. My prayer is that, (I hope) I am doing my task well. *******
 I was looking for a leather back pack (even ended up browsing on some equestrian apparels) and saw some good items online. Not buying one yet, though. Why? Because I just got myself a LeSportsac Basic Backack in solid black. Yeah, yeah, I know other designs look good (check their site). It's actually tempting to collect all the designs, but I have to remind myself every time to simplify life. Erase obsession on things.Now I can finally (and totally) let go of my 8-year old Benetton backpack which I also bought when I got my last pay from my first job. It was already tattered but because I was so attached to it and I really loved the material and the simple design, I had it fixed many times. It was my buddy in every trip and gimmicks and my friends could attest to that. I like simple ones. No ribbons, no ties, no buckles, no laces. Just some pockets and zippers. Simple pero rock. That's it. I knew what I was looking for when I went to the mall. It's my only goal after I got my first pay here. I was really happy that I found one. Me, so proud! [photo from: www.lesportsac.com] I am still looking for a leather one. I have been looking for one for years already but I guess my simple taste is hard to find. I bet this new one will be with me for a long time. Hopefully longer than 8 years. I am thinking of buying another one. A replica (to keep). Because my fear is, no one fixes bags here and when the time comes that this new one will retire, simple has gone out of style. Hmmm... watjatink? *******
This morning I took the last piece of the rye bread. "Do you like that bread? Because if you like rye, I'll buy some more of that," I was asked. "You don't have to. With me, anything goes." "You're so agreeable." They bought some more rye. Tonight, I wanted to have my steak well cooked but when I saw the rare one, I decided to try it. It was good. "I was amazed that you're not afraid to try any food," I was told. So... me. |
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