First mothers day after my mother died. Feels a bit melancholic. This has been a good day with family but there is this little emptiness. Something - someone - is missing. (In Finland this is very important day.)
Anniversaries of the death of a loved one are often very hard. Particularly the first one. It's okay to feel down.
A small Chinese restaurant here that I just tried to go to has its doors locked, courtesy of the sheriff's department, for non-payment of rent. They've been there for maybe five years, a young couple who barely speak English with their two small children, the whole family there day and night. What a shame, after all that hard work. Then again, maybe now they'll be able to find jobs that aren't so demanding instead.
I'm sorry if this is too politicised but I just need to yell at someone. I really, really hate it when I'm scrolling through feminist memes and the comments are full of men (and sometimes women too) going "feminists are awful" or "but gender roles are correct". If you aren't a feminist, WHY ARE YOU ON A PAGE WITH THE WORD "FEMINIST" IN THE BLOODY TITLE? WHY?
It happens everywhere, religious and non-religious people trolling each other's pages, Left and Right, etc. A number of hobbyist pages I belong to periodically get hit with a wave of people who feel the sudden urge to post pictures of women in swimsuits. It's not that I don't appreciate the view, but if I'm on a page where I'm trying to learn about adding rust effects to plastic models, I don't need the distraction. Just ignore them and move on.
Today was court, and I didn't go. Instead I went into town. As I was walking down the road, I saw a photo that looked familiar. It's a picture of Hope stuck to a lamppost! I then spent the rest of my time paranoid that my ex/his mum/his nan would appear out of a car and start verbally assaulting me.
It took me by surprise at first. But that behaviour does fit with him as an individual. It was a poster going on about injustice, not just a random picture of Hope on a lamppost.
Just had a loud thumping on the front door. Three guesses who that most likely was. I just hope they don't plan on waiting out there for another 30 mins, or I'll have to pass them to get into my cab for group. ETA: Having said that, the Longford Guards would likely be more than happy to have my ex in a cell for the night. They have taken him to court before now.
Seriously hoping it won't come to that. I don't want to wage war with them. I already feel like my decision has put a bounty on my head. ETA: And at this point, I don't know who it was at the door. Could've been anybody. Though they did knock on the door to my left and upstairs too. His mum has been round this neighbourhood in the past.
I recently learned that a coworker from a job I had more than twenty years ago has begun a career (hopefully a very short one) as a pedophile and felonious gay-basher. Not somebody I knew very well, just got an email from an old friend saying "remember this name?" with a couple of links attached. The people you sit across the breakroom table from at lunch...
I got a voice mail while I was at a fire rescuing a pair of smoke-damaged dogs. It just says 'call me back by 1600'. I reckon nobody gives good news over the phone these days. I'm drinking. A lot.
I got a voice mail earlier that said angrily "I've called you 19 times about the weights, if you don't call me back i aint doing this year" a) No number or name given b) Number witheld c) no one has called me 19 times about anything d) i have no effing idea what hes on about my money is on wrong number, but i'd speculate that the reason the person hes actually trying to reach hasn't called back is that they don't have a number for him either
When I was in the US Army, we were deployed to South Korea for a year. Pretty close-knit group, we weren't allowed off base much so hung out a lot with everyone. Well, about part-way though our year overseas, the Men in Black (can't remember what agency they were from. US Marshalls maybe?) came to pick up one of our soldiers. Turned out, he'd tried to hire an assassin via the internet to kill his wife...but the "assassin" was really an undercover agent.... He was the most mild-mannered, chill guy too. Or so he seemed....
Shitty day at work and I'm starting to get a soar throat plus have a massive headache. Two more days to weekend and I can't wait.