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Family stuff that makes me sad, work stuff that doesn't
I finally got to see my bro's wedding pics today. There were about 300 of them, the photog did a very thorough job, I must say. They are all very pretty, a typical attractive couple tying the knot in traditional wedding attire. The venue was lovely and the couple looked very happy. I'm sorry I had to miss it. I couldn't even send a gift, because I didn't know about it when it happened.
But here's the weird thing:
When I looked at the pictures, I could barley recognize my own family. I stared and stared at a pic of my mom and for the life of me could not even be sure it was her. Her hair was bright red, making her look even more like Piper Laurie from Carrie. *shudder* Her husband was even more unrecognizable. So was my other brother. It was insane. Really creepy and sad and wrong, to look at your own family and not know who the hell they are. It makes me feel very sad. Seeing them looking all normal, I can almost forget that I had very valid reasons for getting the hell away from my family and building a life of my own. Still though...it's very sad.
Had my review at work today. It went well, I had improved in all areas from last time. They are happy with my approach on the phones, love my customer service skills, and are delighted with the work I do on the call center newsletter. I still have some trouble with procedural things and paperwork. So I'll be working on that still, I guess. I feel pretty good about the review, and if I need to keep this job for another year, I'm certain that it would not depress me to do so.
I sold a whopping 11 books so far in August, due largely to Facebook. I'm sure my Nightmare Sinema mention helped a bit too. With my new book coming out next month, sales on this one might pick up a bit, I don't know. I wish Borders would stock it. *sigh*
And as for Watchmen, is it me or is this Rorschach chap a little off balance? ;-]
But here's the weird thing:
When I looked at the pictures, I could barley recognize my own family. I stared and stared at a pic of my mom and for the life of me could not even be sure it was her. Her hair was bright red, making her look even more like Piper Laurie from Carrie. *shudder* Her husband was even more unrecognizable. So was my other brother. It was insane. Really creepy and sad and wrong, to look at your own family and not know who the hell they are. It makes me feel very sad. Seeing them looking all normal, I can almost forget that I had very valid reasons for getting the hell away from my family and building a life of my own. Still though...it's very sad.
Had my review at work today. It went well, I had improved in all areas from last time. They are happy with my approach on the phones, love my customer service skills, and are delighted with the work I do on the call center newsletter. I still have some trouble with procedural things and paperwork. So I'll be working on that still, I guess. I feel pretty good about the review, and if I need to keep this job for another year, I'm certain that it would not depress me to do so.
I sold a whopping 11 books so far in August, due largely to Facebook. I'm sure my Nightmare Sinema mention helped a bit too. With my new book coming out next month, sales on this one might pick up a bit, I don't know. I wish Borders would stock it. *sigh*
And as for Watchmen, is it me or is this Rorschach chap a little off balance? ;-]
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Rorshach is sane.
It's the rest of the world that's all fucked up.
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Yeah, it's weird thinking about family so much. Seeing those pics was pretty disturbing at first.