awesome: an addendum
May. 5th, 2005 08:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Was actually woken this morning by the mail slot creaking. "Weird," I thought: the mailman usually comes around 10:30, and it was 7:00 almost on the dot.
Didn't get up to go look, though.
Then was distracted by Dave.
Now it is 8:30 and Dave is preparing to leave. "Oh, shoot," he says, "can I borrow $20 for gas?" It turns out his mother had to cancel the credit card he's using to borrow money from her for gas, because the national database of that bank was compromised and they made everyone cancel their credit cards and get new ones. They had discussed this on the phone several days previous (I had overheard part of the phone conversation about it and asked what it was about, since it sounded like it involved money, but Dave had refused to tell me, because he still seems to believe that it being about money doesn't make it my business automatically. But it does, as his request makes clear), and he had forgotten about it because he hadn't needed gas at the time. Now he needs gas.
I fished out a $20 and gave it to him, and he thanked me and puttered off to finish packing his bag.
"Oh!" he said in a moment. "Never mind!" He came back into my room holding a little envelope addressed in his mother's handwriting, containing $40 and bearing the inscription "gas money".
It's a dang good thing his mom is as sensible as, or more so than, I am.
In other news, I so know how this girl feels, except that I am even more pathetic in that I don't have an agent. I waited on my agent. I liked her little detail about how the waitress who offered to cover for her was "an aspiring rock star".
Didn't get up to go look, though.
Then was distracted by Dave.
Now it is 8:30 and Dave is preparing to leave. "Oh, shoot," he says, "can I borrow $20 for gas?" It turns out his mother had to cancel the credit card he's using to borrow money from her for gas, because the national database of that bank was compromised and they made everyone cancel their credit cards and get new ones. They had discussed this on the phone several days previous (I had overheard part of the phone conversation about it and asked what it was about, since it sounded like it involved money, but Dave had refused to tell me, because he still seems to believe that it being about money doesn't make it my business automatically. But it does, as his request makes clear), and he had forgotten about it because he hadn't needed gas at the time. Now he needs gas.
I fished out a $20 and gave it to him, and he thanked me and puttered off to finish packing his bag.
"Oh!" he said in a moment. "Never mind!" He came back into my room holding a little envelope addressed in his mother's handwriting, containing $40 and bearing the inscription "gas money".
It's a dang good thing his mom is as sensible as, or more so than, I am.
In other news, I so know how this girl feels, except that I am even more pathetic in that I don't have an agent. I waited on my agent. I liked her little detail about how the waitress who offered to cover for her was "an aspiring rock star".
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Date: 2005-05-05 05:05 pm (UTC)And really, there's no shame in it, is there? I'm not the only one who thinks it's pointless to get some awesome satisfying life-meaning-giving job that takes up all your brainpower! So there, Mom. :p
No, I'm not defensive at all. As I sit here in my retarded little uniform with my nametag on. (At least there's no bowtie.)