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Tuesday, 30 March 2004 18:19![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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This lifted my spirits a little.
Got my paperwork today and spent over an hour filling it out -- I faxed 13 sheets of paper to the California agency that's handling my gig in Kirkland. Turns out the Contract agreement says 4 weeks guaranteed. Maybe this won't be such a huge deal after all. It also says that contractors need to give a minimum 4 weeks notice before leaving an assignment. Whatever.
I've been hanging out in Yahoo trivia groups lately. It's fun about half the time, but most of it is straining to hear songs over a voicechat connection. I usually wait for the Trivial Pursuit questions. I wonder how long it will take to get so annoyed with the host mispronouncing my name before I quit altogether?
I miss my mother. In an effort to pass along my life story to SOMEone, I've started writing down the stories I remember from my childhood and adolescence. Since I'll live at least another 25 years, god willing, I have started with my most recent story: the one where I decided to get married and haven't figured out if I regret it yet. When I was in Alabama last year gathering her things for disposal or donation I came across a sliver of her attempts at journaling and found myself wishing she had done more. Whether it's my children or the people whose lives I impact most, I don't want to leave them wanting.
I really miss her. It's hard not to regret the last ten or so years when it comes to my relationship with Mama. I wish I had sent her more money other than birthday or Christmas surprises. I wish I had fought harder to move her North. I wish I didn't blame her for so much. Parents make mistakes. It's too bad we never get around to forgiving them until we've stumbled ourselves.
This lifted my spirits a little.
Got my paperwork today and spent over an hour filling it out -- I faxed 13 sheets of paper to the California agency that's handling my gig in Kirkland. Turns out the Contract agreement says 4 weeks guaranteed. Maybe this won't be such a huge deal after all. It also says that contractors need to give a minimum 4 weeks notice before leaving an assignment. Whatever.
I've been hanging out in Yahoo trivia groups lately. It's fun about half the time, but most of it is straining to hear songs over a voicechat connection. I usually wait for the Trivial Pursuit questions. I wonder how long it will take to get so annoyed with the host mispronouncing my name before I quit altogether?
I miss my mother. In an effort to pass along my life story to SOMEone, I've started writing down the stories I remember from my childhood and adolescence. Since I'll live at least another 25 years, god willing, I have started with my most recent story: the one where I decided to get married and haven't figured out if I regret it yet. When I was in Alabama last year gathering her things for disposal or donation I came across a sliver of her attempts at journaling and found myself wishing she had done more. Whether it's my children or the people whose lives I impact most, I don't want to leave them wanting.
I really miss her. It's hard not to regret the last ten or so years when it comes to my relationship with Mama. I wish I had sent her more money other than birthday or Christmas surprises. I wish I had fought harder to move her North. I wish I didn't blame her for so much. Parents make mistakes. It's too bad we never get around to forgiving them until we've stumbled ourselves.
