Life update! (omg I’m so tired. can I like sleep for two days or something?)
Dad finally got released from the hospital day before yesterday (woo!) and Jamie and I got them from their house to take them grocery shopping. My mom hasn’t driven in years (safety reasons due to her disability) and dad was her transportation. Until he can drive again (he’s a stubborn asshole, he’ll be driving again by Christmas), it’ll be an amalgamation of Jamie, aunts, and an uncle driving them to where they need to go (grocery store, bank, doctor appointments).
We got to the store, where dad decided that he was Getting Out of the Car, and Jamie made sure they had front-door service.
A brief rundown:
+ Dad immediately hit the door to get into the store. Twice.
+ He almost hit another person riding in one of the rider carts
+ He ignored the frozen section (which we had to go back to later on) because he wanted coffee
+ He spent 20 minutes slowly making his way to the coffee cakes, missing the aisle twice despite directions, and talking about how he had to have his coffee cake. He was disappointed it was Hostess and not Little Debbie, but said it was good enough
+ He hit mom’s rider cart 3 times
+ He almost plowed over one of my regular’s little girl. I apologized in advance, but she thought it was kind of hilarious and was ok with it (because you can tell my dad has something wrong with him)
+ He hit 3 people
+ He ran into multiple displays
+ He tried to take out one of my coworkers at the knees
+ He disappeared on me when I went to get a new rider cart cuz his died
+ I spent more time chasing him around than I did helping them get groceries. Jamie was with mom, who found the whole thing hilarious
+ Instead of staying in the rider cart when we were checking out, he parked it who knows where and stood at an empty register and tried to argue about walking out the door
+ Jamie brought the car back to the entrance and dad slammed right into the car in the rider cart mom was using because she and I told him to get his ass in that seat.
The weirder part:
This is the first time in 15 years that my dad has said more than a sentence to me. My family holds stupid grudges, and he’s the worst about it.
This is the first time in about 14 or 15 years that my dad has said anything to Jamie that wasn’t a threat against him. (besides the time about 5 years ago when he straight up ignored me and asked Jamie if he wanted a sewing table [sewing machine built into a desk] because he wanted it out of the house)
Jamie and I figure that it’s because he’d been cooped up in a hospital for 2 and a half months and hadn’t really been able to interact with many people. We guess that when he gets better and is able to talk to people he usually talks to then he’ll go back to ignoring us.
We finally got out of the store, brought them back home and brought in their groceries. I helped mom get them out of the bags and dad almost tripped over the case of water we got. I made a comment along the lines of “that’s just what we need, for you to trip and die.”
Dad said that was fine and I told him I wasn’t ready to roll his ass under the porch just yet and he responded with something and all I heard was the word “prison.” This is because I am losing my hearing and dad’s loud voice is about as low-volume as mine is now.
It was a tiring, mortifying, hilarious excursion and now I feel like I need a desk calander or something to set up on the wall at the desk so I can make notes of doctors appointments and whatnot for them so we can figure out if we can take them or if my uncle Mike needs to take them.
Dad told me that the medical staff who worked with him told them that they’d never seen someone recover so fast from a massive stroke like he did and I told him “That’s because you’re stubborn.”
He went “Ya damn right.”
He’s a stubborn asshole and he knows it. He’ll be back to almost normal by Christmas.
Other than that!
We have Upper Management coming to work on Sunday (to tell us everything that is wrong with our store because we are the worst store in the district because most of the employees don’t give a shit). So everyone’s been freaking out and doing extra cleaning and I’m of two minds. One is: some of this stuff should’ve been beaten into everyone’s heads anyway (pick up stuff on the floor if you see it, don’t assume someone else will come back and get it) The second is: maybe now the department will stay clean like it’s supposed to.
I try to keep the department clean. I know I’m a walking disaster, but I try to clean my shit up. But, the dm is like “by the time we’re done, you’ll be able to eat off the floor.” She is damned and determined to get that place as perfect as possible.
I had a customer last night who had a bunch of yarn in her buggie, so I asked what she was going to be making with it. She told me we had a bunch of yarn on sale and we gabbed about yarn for a few minutes before she wandered off and I immediately texted Jamie about it. 10 minutes later, I didn’t know he’d come back to work, he’s rolling up with 3 bags of yarn.
I love my bear. He knows me so well.
Speaking of yarn:
I am working on SuperSekritProject, which Manager Happy saw me working on and he thought it was super cool. He asked me to make him one as well and, y’know, maybe I will. I still gotta make one of the overnight guys a beanie (if he’ll ever tell me what colour he wants. It’s been forever and he still only asks me if I’ll make him a hat. I told him to tell me what colour he wants and it’s not a problem because he’s a great guy and…I have a ton of yarn). I’ve got…approximately…32 inches left on it? I’ll have to measure and see. I’m really not sure. And, I’ve got just over a month to finish it (omg)
MJ asked me if I could make a shawl for someone if they provided the yarn. Yeah, sure, whatever. Might be a little bit though cuz I’m working on SuperSekritProject and she asked for photos of the shawls I’ve made to give an idea of sizing. If I could find my fabric measuring tape, I’d measure one of the shawls I’ve got up here to let her know, but I went to my IG account and screenshotted some of the pics I’d posted up there and sent them to her as a “maybe these will help” kinda thing. Haven’t really heard back yet and I’m cool with that.
Writing has come to a pseudo halt. Mainly because I’m tired and doing other things instead of sitting my butt down and actually writing (this is why I’m not a professional). I was listening to last week’s NoSleep episode and one of their stories made me think of an idea and I’m like Noooo stop. Stop Brain. We have so many other stories to work on, stop being all “Ooooo Shiny” when a new idea pops up.
So I wrote like half a page of notes in the notebook I’m using for my Halloween story that I need to finish. It’s mixed in with an idea that keeps poking me and telling me it’s a YA setting and I’m like “really. I know you like YA stories and stuff, but why are you wanting to make a YA story?” But, whatever I guess. I’ll see what comes out and hopefully it’ll be a finished product.
Jamie went to Harbor Freight yesterday looking for pet-safe ant killer (it’s been a few years since we’ve had ants all in the kitchen and guess what we woke up to a few days ago? Ants everywhere). He said they’d used it when Poedog was little and it was overwhelmingly peppermint.
He didn’t find it, but he did come home with a machete.