So much for *that* plan...
Mar. 21st, 2006 06:11 amWhen I got home from Third Monday around 11:30, there was a message on my answering machine from my mother, asking me to call "no matter what time." So I called, she picked up (after her annoying outgoing message played - she screens all her calls, and her answering machine has a pre-recorded message being spoken by a man who sounds like he thinks he's talking to a six-year-old), and she promptly told me that she didn't appreciate my message from this afternoon (okay, yesterday afternoon, but I haven't been to bed yet) reminding her that we had a 10am appointment this morning with my investment advisor to deposit the Canadian Tire shares into my account.
The fact that I had actually called her last week at work and left her a voicemail was apparently lost on her. She claims she never got it, though I specifically remember phoning her.
Anyway, she says she's feeling ill (no big surprise - she's stressed herself half to death because Friday was her last day at work), and insisted that I reschedule the appointment. So I called and left a voicemail for my advisor to let her know, and to tell her that I would call this afternoon to set up another time. However, my mother wants me to find out what time my advisor is available, then call her back to make sure she's available, and only then make the appointment. I don't see why I can't just make the appointment for, say, a week from today (much like I did when I made today's appointment). Shouldn't that be plenty of notice?
Oh, and she was also feeling ill because she spent all day wandering around shopping malls, and she wore herself out.
If, when I retire, I spend all day wandering around shopping malls getting aggravated, I give you all permission to put me out of my misery.
Naturally, she had to take a few potshots at me. When I said that I didn't want to discuss certain issues with her any longer, she snarked, "That's right. Go stay up until 6 in the fucking morning reading your email. You're not even looking for a job." When I told her that she was wrong, and that I had applied for about ten last week alone (if she had a computer at home, I'd email her the entire list if for no other reason than to shut her up), she started complaining about how she was treated when she left last week, and about how she got no severance. (Um, mom? When you retire, you get your severance monthly for the rest of your life. It's called a "pension.") She said that she doesn't know what she's going to do, because nobody will hire her except maybe Tim Horton's or McDonald's. I bit my tongue rather than pointing out the irony of her statement, following her suggestion a few months ago that I apply to McDonald's despite my university degree and twelve years in IT.
On to a happier subject...
hi_co posted some photos from
rosemary_ca's birthday party, so I'm reproducing those in which I appeared. A couple of them are quite large, so they're going ( behind a cut... )
6:25 am. I suppose I should get some sleep, since I don't have to be up at Yonge and Finch for 10. I was actually getting sleepy around 3, but it took me from when I got off the phone until about 4 to get through all the email that came in on Monday. Then I took another hour or so to respond to all of the comments on my last post. I think that fanfic discussion has prompted more talk than anything in recent memory.
The fact that I had actually called her last week at work and left her a voicemail was apparently lost on her. She claims she never got it, though I specifically remember phoning her.
Anyway, she says she's feeling ill (no big surprise - she's stressed herself half to death because Friday was her last day at work), and insisted that I reschedule the appointment. So I called and left a voicemail for my advisor to let her know, and to tell her that I would call this afternoon to set up another time. However, my mother wants me to find out what time my advisor is available, then call her back to make sure she's available, and only then make the appointment. I don't see why I can't just make the appointment for, say, a week from today (much like I did when I made today's appointment). Shouldn't that be plenty of notice?
Oh, and she was also feeling ill because she spent all day wandering around shopping malls, and she wore herself out.
If, when I retire, I spend all day wandering around shopping malls getting aggravated, I give you all permission to put me out of my misery.
Naturally, she had to take a few potshots at me. When I said that I didn't want to discuss certain issues with her any longer, she snarked, "That's right. Go stay up until 6 in the fucking morning reading your email. You're not even looking for a job." When I told her that she was wrong, and that I had applied for about ten last week alone (if she had a computer at home, I'd email her the entire list if for no other reason than to shut her up), she started complaining about how she was treated when she left last week, and about how she got no severance. (Um, mom? When you retire, you get your severance monthly for the rest of your life. It's called a "pension.") She said that she doesn't know what she's going to do, because nobody will hire her except maybe Tim Horton's or McDonald's. I bit my tongue rather than pointing out the irony of her statement, following her suggestion a few months ago that I apply to McDonald's despite my university degree and twelve years in IT.
On to a happier subject...
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6:25 am. I suppose I should get some sleep, since I don't have to be up at Yonge and Finch for 10. I was actually getting sleepy around 3, but it took me from when I got off the phone until about 4 to get through all the email that came in on Monday. Then I took another hour or so to respond to all of the comments on my last post. I think that fanfic discussion has prompted more talk than anything in recent memory.