Jennifer (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pookahontas) wrote,@ 2007-07-23 21:32:00 |
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I had dinner with my father today. Gah.
He's trying, I guess. We just really don't have anything to talk about anymore. After we stopped working at the same place, we at least lived in the same house. Now, three plus years removed from that we have NOTHING in common. At all. I think I'm the mailman's kid. Really.
Though, interestingly enough, he brought up the subject of money and paying for my possible-future-hypothetical wedding. Of course, he did it by telling me that Flaugherty House was too expensive (Your cousin Melissa (not really my cousin, BTW) said that Flaugherty House was over $50 a head, plus bring your own liquor, and her father wouldn't pay for that.), and I knocked him down by saying that you really can't get estimates until you have a date and a figure for how many people - neither of which I'll really have until I get a ring. So then he moved onto the honeymoon topic, and I told him we wanted to go to Hawaii, but didn't know if we'd be able to do so, financially. After that he moved onto the dress (yes, I showed him the pictures - he didn't seem impressed). He finally left it at, "Once you set a date we need to sit down and have a serious conversation about money."
Now, not once, other than totally jokingly a few months ago, did I even ever imply that I wanted him to pay for the wedding/give me money. So the fact that he's thinking that way is half the battle, really.
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Work today really blew. I had to do email, and I guess I fucked myself over by doing too good a job the last two weeks on my email days, because I'm not allowed project time anymore - I have to simultaneously do email and take calls. Not easy. At all. But whatever, I'll do this too, and do it extremely well, and I'll get crapped on for it and then someone will appreciate it and throw me some kind of bone.
I emailed Trang, the HR lady in Harrisburg who handles FMLA, to see if she got my paperwork, and she never emailed me back. I'll call her tomorrow if she doesn't email me back.
I still need to call the landlord and the surgeon, and HealthAmerica about the claim for the ER doctor from The Great Taco Cooking Incident of 2007 (they've had the claim for two months now and it is still showing in "other" status online, meanwhile they already paid the hospital...)
One thing at a time, right?
He's trying, I guess. We just really don't have anything to talk about anymore. After we stopped working at the same place, we at least lived in the same house. Now, three plus years removed from that we have NOTHING in common. At all. I think I'm the mailman's kid. Really.
Though, interestingly enough, he brought up the subject of money and paying for my possible-future-hypothetical wedding. Of course, he did it by telling me that Flaugherty House was too expensive (Your cousin Melissa (not really my cousin, BTW) said that Flaugherty House was over $50 a head, plus bring your own liquor, and her father wouldn't pay for that.), and I knocked him down by saying that you really can't get estimates until you have a date and a figure for how many people - neither of which I'll really have until I get a ring. So then he moved onto the honeymoon topic, and I told him we wanted to go to Hawaii, but didn't know if we'd be able to do so, financially. After that he moved onto the dress (yes, I showed him the pictures - he didn't seem impressed). He finally left it at, "Once you set a date we need to sit down and have a serious conversation about money."
Now, not once, other than totally jokingly a few months ago, did I even ever imply that I wanted him to pay for the wedding/give me money. So the fact that he's thinking that way is half the battle, really.
///
Work today really blew. I had to do email, and I guess I fucked myself over by doing too good a job the last two weeks on my email days, because I'm not allowed project time anymore - I have to simultaneously do email and take calls. Not easy. At all. But whatever, I'll do this too, and do it extremely well, and I'll get crapped on for it and then someone will appreciate it and throw me some kind of bone.
I emailed Trang, the HR lady in Harrisburg who handles FMLA, to see if she got my paperwork, and she never emailed me back. I'll call her tomorrow if she doesn't email me back.
I still need to call the landlord and the surgeon, and HealthAmerica about the claim for the ER doctor from The Great Taco Cooking Incident of 2007 (they've had the claim for two months now and it is still showing in "other" status online, meanwhile they already paid the hospital...)
One thing at a time, right?
