Justice Has Arrived
I don't know if many of you know about the shootings that took place in Dec. of 2002 in a Funcoland in Roxbury, NJ. Anyone out of the tri-state area probably never heard the story. But one of the men shot was a good friend of friends of mine. Though I never met Erik, it's obvious from what my friends have told me that he was a wonderful person, and I'm sad that I never got to know him. He is survived by his wife and two young children, one of whom was born after he died.
I just found out that almost one year later, the bastards that shot him have finally been caught. The prosecutor is seeking the death penalty and I hope to God they get it. They should rot in hell for what they did. You can read about the arrests here: http://abclocal.go.com/wpvi/news/111803_nw_shootingarrests.html. One of them was only 15 years old. Makes me sick to my stomach to think about.
In other news, I worked at TI yesterday. It's a retail job, so I'm obviously not overjoyed, but it wasn't horrible. It was busy enough to make the time fly, and I was only there 4 1/2 hours. I don't think I could do it full-time though. I'm just not a people person. Luckily I didn't encounter any snotty customers, though I did tangle with a tempermental credit card machine. Sigh.
Ok, so I know it's a job and we need the money and all that. But I can't help but feel depressed. I mean, I left a respectable job as an editor. I had the kind of job I could be proud of. Now I have to tell people I work at Treasure Island. No offense to other retail workers, but it's just not my thing. I was proud of what I did, even though I hated my job. Call me a snob, I don't care. I just feel like I've traded down. I just hope the freelancing picks up soon so I can leave the retail world behind.
Nothing much else going on. Thanksgiving is fast approaching and I'm looking forward to it. We're going to Fran's grandparents' house in Tom's River. His parents and Aunt and Uncle will be there, as well as a couple of relatives that are visiting from France. There will be a lot of French going on, but the food will be awesome. :) Almost everyone on the French side is a gourmet chef. It's a wonder Fran isn't 400 pounds!
I'm actually planning on going out this weekend, despite the fact that I have to work at TI both Saturday and Sunday. I need to get out, I've been vegging at the house way too much lately. So we're heading to my friend Renata's house Sat. night. Her b-day just passed and her brother Art just got engaged. So I won't be getting sloshed, but it will be nice to hang out with my friends. It's been awhile. I'm thankful that they're understanding (though some are more understanding than others) about my situation.
I used to go out all the time. Hell, I was the life of the party. Many of you who have seen me at conventions can attest to this. But since getting pregnant, besides not being able to drink, I just haven't been in the mood to go out. I mean, I'm showing now, getting bigger every week. I'm just not comfy going out to a club and dancing. And what's the point of sitting at the bar, drinking a water, watching my friends get drunk and dance? I certainly can't have a decent conversation with them with the music blaring. But maybe I've just turned boring. Too friggin bad.
Being off my meds certainly doesn't help. I'm cranky, anxious, and annoyed with just about everything. I'm not the cheeriest person to be around right now. I'd rather not subject my friends to this behavior.
Another part of the problem, I think, is that not many of my friends have children. Most of them have no clue what it's like, what I'm going through. They can think "if I ever get pregnant, I'm not going to turn into a lump." To that, I say, "HA!" But whatever, everyone is different.
It's not that any of them have come out and said, "You're being a terrible friend and I'm mad at you." But I can tell by the way they talk to me or email me, they're annoyed at me. But that's their problem, not mine. True friends understand, are supportive, and know that this isn't going to last forever. They don't take it personally, and they shouldn't. Me not calling them every week and not hanging out very often has nothing to do with them. It has everything to do with me and how things are right now. Once the baby is born and I'm comfortable leaving him with a sitter, believe me, stupid, drunk, party Meg will be back. I just need some time.
Ok, this blog turned out to be way longer than I thought it would be. I guess I'm in a long-winded mood. So I'll leave you for now. Laters!
I don't know if many of you know about the shootings that took place in Dec. of 2002 in a Funcoland in Roxbury, NJ. Anyone out of the tri-state area probably never heard the story. But one of the men shot was a good friend of friends of mine. Though I never met Erik, it's obvious from what my friends have told me that he was a wonderful person, and I'm sad that I never got to know him. He is survived by his wife and two young children, one of whom was born after he died.
I just found out that almost one year later, the bastards that shot him have finally been caught. The prosecutor is seeking the death penalty and I hope to God they get it. They should rot in hell for what they did. You can read about the arrests here: http://abclocal.go.com/wpvi/news/111803_nw_shootingarrests.html. One of them was only 15 years old. Makes me sick to my stomach to think about.
In other news, I worked at TI yesterday. It's a retail job, so I'm obviously not overjoyed, but it wasn't horrible. It was busy enough to make the time fly, and I was only there 4 1/2 hours. I don't think I could do it full-time though. I'm just not a people person. Luckily I didn't encounter any snotty customers, though I did tangle with a tempermental credit card machine. Sigh.
Ok, so I know it's a job and we need the money and all that. But I can't help but feel depressed. I mean, I left a respectable job as an editor. I had the kind of job I could be proud of. Now I have to tell people I work at Treasure Island. No offense to other retail workers, but it's just not my thing. I was proud of what I did, even though I hated my job. Call me a snob, I don't care. I just feel like I've traded down. I just hope the freelancing picks up soon so I can leave the retail world behind.
Nothing much else going on. Thanksgiving is fast approaching and I'm looking forward to it. We're going to Fran's grandparents' house in Tom's River. His parents and Aunt and Uncle will be there, as well as a couple of relatives that are visiting from France. There will be a lot of French going on, but the food will be awesome. :) Almost everyone on the French side is a gourmet chef. It's a wonder Fran isn't 400 pounds!
I'm actually planning on going out this weekend, despite the fact that I have to work at TI both Saturday and Sunday. I need to get out, I've been vegging at the house way too much lately. So we're heading to my friend Renata's house Sat. night. Her b-day just passed and her brother Art just got engaged. So I won't be getting sloshed, but it will be nice to hang out with my friends. It's been awhile. I'm thankful that they're understanding (though some are more understanding than others) about my situation.
I used to go out all the time. Hell, I was the life of the party. Many of you who have seen me at conventions can attest to this. But since getting pregnant, besides not being able to drink, I just haven't been in the mood to go out. I mean, I'm showing now, getting bigger every week. I'm just not comfy going out to a club and dancing. And what's the point of sitting at the bar, drinking a water, watching my friends get drunk and dance? I certainly can't have a decent conversation with them with the music blaring. But maybe I've just turned boring. Too friggin bad.
Being off my meds certainly doesn't help. I'm cranky, anxious, and annoyed with just about everything. I'm not the cheeriest person to be around right now. I'd rather not subject my friends to this behavior.
Another part of the problem, I think, is that not many of my friends have children. Most of them have no clue what it's like, what I'm going through. They can think "if I ever get pregnant, I'm not going to turn into a lump." To that, I say, "HA!" But whatever, everyone is different.
It's not that any of them have come out and said, "You're being a terrible friend and I'm mad at you." But I can tell by the way they talk to me or email me, they're annoyed at me. But that's their problem, not mine. True friends understand, are supportive, and know that this isn't going to last forever. They don't take it personally, and they shouldn't. Me not calling them every week and not hanging out very often has nothing to do with them. It has everything to do with me and how things are right now. Once the baby is born and I'm comfortable leaving him with a sitter, believe me, stupid, drunk, party Meg will be back. I just need some time.
Ok, this blog turned out to be way longer than I thought it would be. I guess I'm in a long-winded mood. So I'll leave you for now. Laters!
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