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May 09, 2004

When It Rains, It Pours

After getting off the plane from her week-long vacation, my mother found out that she had lost her job.

Great. Wonderful. Woopah. Terrific.

What sucks the most is that she really loved that job. They're only firing her because the practice isn't making any money; which is odd, when you think about it... The building is always packed with patients, and my mother hardly has time to see and diagnose them all. How can a doctor's office with plenty of patients be unable to afford one of its own employeees? Things are looking pretty fishy here.

I don't even know what to say... The rest of this weekend will deal with plenty of aversion tactics. If I don't have to actually look at my mother, I won't have to think of anything to say or do in order to avoid the subject.

So now that Mom's lost her job (her last day is the 19th), my car has been wrecked, and Marc's going to college this coming year, it looks like my plans to go to England are out the window. With all the craziness that's been going on in the past two weeks, I forgot to mention that I'd been accepted. They gave me ten days to decide whether or not I'm going, and to give them a hefty $500 deposit. That's pretty short notice, if you ask me. Does it look like I go around carrying a round of five Benjamins in my pocket? That's a lot of money for a poor person like me to just shell out to just anybody. And as of right now, I'm not even sure my financial aid will cover the $35,000 price tag. There's no way I'm going to be able to come up with that kind of money by myself.

So goodbye, Goldsmiths. Goodbye, London. Goodbye, BBC internship. Goodbye, British citizens, with your funny accents and your ugly, yellow teeth.

I guess it wasn't meant to be.

posted at 8:22 a.m.