Time for another update, I suppose.
My part-time job is going well. At the end of my first week, the friends who got me in asked me what I thought of it. I told them it's the most casual, laid-back position I've ever had. I can drink coffee in the work room. I get to wear whatever I want, even blue jeans. There's nobody hovering over my shoulder. I can go for a break pretty much whenever I want. If I show up to work late (which I haven't yet), it's not that big a deal, provided it doesn't happen often. People tell me "thank you" instead of "why didn't you finish that yet?" My friends seemed surprised by my response, which tells me that they've never dealt with a Boss From Hell before. That's probably a good thing, for their sakes and for mine. I need to be around kindhearted people, the type who still find rude behaviour shocking.
I made the mistake of contacting my ex-fiance. He ignored me, of course. That's how he deals with things, by which I mean people. He ignores them for weeks or months at a time. That was one of his flaws. He wouldn't communicate. After a while, I got tired of trying to communicate with him. It shouldn't be up to just me to make sure we talk things through. By the end of the relationship, I had given up. I knew something was wrong. He insisted things were fine. I pretended to believe him. People can't be forced into honesty. Not without a torture chair and a skilled interrogator. I should have been the one to leave him. I didn't, obviously. My self-esteem had eroded too much by that point for me to do anything but blame myself and cry on a weekly basis.
Anyway.
Back to my new life that I'm trying to piece together. I like my new job so far. I got a free sweatshirt due to a minor flaw that made it unsellable. I stayed late on Thursday, since they're swamped with work and still understaffed. I'm going in tomorrow, even though working on Easter Monday is optional. I like to keep busy, and I like making money. My writing "career" is on the backburner. I'm trying to focus more on writing what I want to write, instead of writing for money. I'm flirting with the idea of writing a book. I just said "no" to a writing assignment that doesn't pay much. Screw that.
In other news, it looks like I lost 3 pounds. The running must be working. I've also added biking to the mix, now that the snow has melted again. I biked into town yesterday to get groceries and gardening gloves. I ended up with seeds, too: leeks and cat grass. Roundtrip, that ended up being 5.90 km. Not bad. So long as it's not raining tomorrow morning, I'll bike into work. Take that, belly fat!
Tonight we're going to my brother's girlfriend's parents' place for Easter dinner. They're doing a "cold food" theme, so I've decided to make veggie rolls, the kind made with rice paper wrappers. It will take me forever to make them, but as a vegetarian, I would prefer to eat something besides salad for dinner.
Not much else to report. An old friend is supposed to be moving back here soon. I haven't seen her since high school. I heard she was living out west for a while, working at berry farms and wherever else while dealing with a drug addiction. I hope she's feeling better now. She and her boyfriend broke up, so that's the main reason she's moving back, so I hear. She may come out with us on our ladies nights. That will be weird. I also got back in touch with another high school friend, someone I saw more recently. She lives in town but hasn't made it out to any ladies nights due to different health issues that keep coming up for her. She recently got a concussion at work. She's also pregnant with her third child, which I hadn't thought would ever happen. She had her first two kids when she was 18-20, and she wasn't too pleased about those pregnancies. She's happier about this one, which is good. I hope she's happy. I just want people to be happy.
After dealing with those asshole in-laws (who won't be my in-laws now — silver lining!!), I have a better appreciation for the other people in my life. I don't want to be that asshole who judges people for what they do for a living or who they date or whether they want kids or not. Maybe it's ironic or hypocritical of me to judge judgemental people, to say I want to be better than them. Well, sometimes we need a foil. Looking at them reminds me of who I want to be, who I try to be. The more time I spent in that environment, the more bitter and mean-spirited I could feel myself becoming. No wonder they're so nasty. They don't know how else to be. I almost feel sorry for them. Almost.
It's time to make the veggie rolls. They had better turn out good.