Yes, it's been ages since I updated this. And Bull rider2 keeps looking for an update, so I'm sure sure it's time I gave him one (I'm assuming it's a guy).
So....since July...well, I can say this....my job is underpaid. Really and truly, the requirements for being able to hold this job. And really and truly, that's pretty typical, in my experience, for the government. I'd have to say that atleast the lower 7 grades of the GS system aren't anything that you really have to have alot of higher education to perform. High school education, willingness to put up with BS(that's a high priority), and an overwhelming capacity to deal with more than the job description entails...yep, that's a government job. Maybe I should have been a contracted position. Not all the same perks, but hell, the pay is fabulous.
So my September sucked immeasurably. As in my mother died 5 September. She had a heart attack in the garage, and the best that they could determine was that Daddy (Alzheimer's mute) tried to help her..the phone was left off the hook, there were indications in the house that Daddy had been knocking things over, etc...so they think that Daddy tried to help her, but in his capacity, he couldn't. So I had to come back to the US for that. And believe me, putting up with my older brothers and my sister in law was not the best thing I wanted to do right after my mother died.
So to Georgia I went. And from the get-go, my brothers were off and running about treating me like I was 14 all over again....don't tell her the full story about Mom (like that was going to make it any better that she'd died? Yea, smart brothers I have)...they got upset that I wasn't 'properly' reacting to my mother's death by crying all day, going through her stuff, talking to my Daddy, otherwise making a complete ass of myself in front of the family. Totally not my style, frankly. I am not a public mourner. Never have been. However, I will say that I cried like a baby at her funeral, and for good reason. The handkerchief that my sister in law handed me on the way into the church had been my Daddy's, and Daddy always has a handkerchief in his pocket. I cried and cried during that service, listening to people talk about my mother, and how wonderful she was. People I hadn't seen in 25 years showed up to celebrate my mother's life, and to mourn her loss. And just when it looks like they're gonna leave me alone????????
I get the 'I don't know you and I don't approve of your life and the way you live it' speech from my brother. Yea...way to encourage me to get to know you...and by 'get to know' my brother means that he'll approve of me and my family if we toe the line he prefers. Um, new flash, I'm 33 years old, I can make my own decisions and do as I please. Yea, he didn't like it much when I said that to him, either.
I mourn my mother's death, believe me, I do. Any time I talk to one of my sisters in law, however, I get the whole 'I dreamed about your mother and she gave me a hug and said to bring you back to church' speech. After the last time she started that on facebook, my husband deleted her off my friends list for making me cry.
October passed, so did November and December...nothing crazy, really.......and then January happened. My beloved favorite Uncle killed himself. Let me tell you it's been a shit 6 months.
So here I am, sitting at 13 months from moving again. Graduated from college. Hating my job, but it's security for pay when I get back to the US. I'm sorry this post isn't my usual wit filled entry, BullRider... My head is a little all over the place..I'll reorganize and come back..
