My mom called AGAIN.
"Have you thought about it?" she said. "I thought I'd give you 24 hours."
"No," I said, "I did not think about it. We are done talking about the necklace."
"What do you mean, done talking about the necklace?"
"I don't want to talk about the necklace. We can talk about anything else but the necklace." Oh, not anything else, let's not talk about marriage-related things at all. "Let's talk about Sherlock Holmes. Anything else, not the necklace."
I could get the locket and put it in my wallet, but I always had to keep the wallet with me. Could I do that? I didn't have to wear it, but I said I'd keep it on me.
"No," I said.
"Why are you being so stubborn?" she said.
"Why are
you
being so stubborn?" I said, almost laughing. "We are not talking about the necklace or the locket or anything related to it."
It was just like taking medicine. If I was sick, I took medicine, and it was just like that. Could I at least go pick up the locket tomorrow? Go on Thursday.
"No."
"Okay, then go right now."
"I'm not—" I couldn't even finish because it was getting too ridiculous.
Finally, I pulled the plug: "We are not talking about this necklace
anymore,
goodbye!" And I hung up.
I'm still shaking, and my heart is pounding. This is getting harder and easier at the same time.
I finished my interviews for today. In all, I think one went very well, one went OK, and one I have no clue about because he really didn't ask me any questions -- he described the department and the program (which is a bit different than the usual) and asked, "Would you be OK with that?" a few times, and then asked if I had any questions.
Oh. And I seem to have met a cute Jewish almost-vegan mathematician guy. I think he might have a girlfriend.
Excellent work, P-C. It does get easier. I hope your mother gets the clue sooner rather than later, though, because easier doesn't mean it's never not hard.
Sounds like a productive day, Hil. I hope tomorrow's interviews go well, too.
Excellent work, P-C. It does get easier. I hope your mother gets the clue sooner rather than later, though, because easier doesn't mean it's never not hard.
What Sail said.
Hil, I hope you end up with some great offers so that you can use them to negotiate for better perqs or money.
FREE CHOCOLATE FUCK YEAH!
I can see why you are enthusiastic.
My favorite kind of chocolate? FREE!
My favorite kind of fuck? CHOCOLATE!
Go you , P-C!
and very cool , Hil. sonds like things are going pretty well. and meeting a cute boy that has a lot of similar interest - bonus!, even if he has a girlfriend
I must pretend there was no talk of drink, I have some work to do for tomorrow.
and I will forget about bejeweled ladybits -- until I have the chance to use in a conversation that will stop people cold. I hang with a crowd that thinks there are pretty knowledgeable -- but were astonished to find out certain names like 'brazillian' or 'landing strip'
I high five you, P-C.
This is becoming exhausting. And ANNOYING. I want to ask her to tell me stories of how I learned to read so I can share them with you, but she can't talk about anything but this goddamn necklace!
P-C, it may always be hard, but you've made a huge step in your own growth and in your relationships just by having these conversations. So much strength to you. (And it'll get easier.)
(Aaaaand, I x-posted. Fuck strengh and growth, I want adorkable baby!P-C learning to read, damnitall!)
