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mousmeWell, my evaluation went well, as I was pretty sure it would. About three people didn't pass though. I hope that they'll still be able to stay on —it would suck if they were fired after only ten days of being on the job.
Still, my day went well.
In other news, BB'S game went swimmingly yesterday. I figured out (with a *lot* of help from the rest of the party, of course) that the book was hidden on the astral plane, so we walzed over to Sashnesh's lair (gotta love teleporting), took the book back then had fun defiling the walls with rude graffiti. It was fun.
Got home later than I'd anticipated, and mother was up waiting for me. I didn't realise my father had a meeting last night, so she was alone *all* day from seven thirty in the morning until ten thirty at night, with more than enough time on her hands to sit and brood about what an awful daughter I am.
So, amidst her musings, she remembered noticing that I'd worn my hair down yesterday without tying it back at all (something which I'd incidentally decided not to do anymore as it gets in my way). That's when she came to the conclusion that a) it looked bad. b) I must have *wanted* to look bad. c) that meant I didn't care about my appearance. d) that meant that I was no longer interested in my work (because I wasn't making an effort to look good for it). e) because of this I would never advance in my work ever again. f) I would thus be a total failure. g) this would make *her* look bad.
All this because on *one* day I decided not to braid my hair. My poor mum has far too much time to brood on her hands. She needs a hobby. Maybe several.
Still, I'm not actually angry. Reading that Cognitive Therapy book helped a surprising amount, even if I haven't finished it, and am *far* from being well–adjusted. It at least took the edge off her comments. I didn't overreact *completely* and I think that might have made the situation a little less bad than it otherwise might have been.
I like the book. Heck, it even made me less upset and angry and hurt when my mother dismissed *it* out of hand. One of her characteristic: "Oh, well, it sounds nice, I suppose. But it *is* a very *American* conception, isn't it?"
After all, if *I* think the book is valid, that's enough. She hasn't read the book and therefore has no basis for her reasoning. By dismissing the theory she isn't dismissing me, and that's something to keep in mind.
*sigh*
I hope someday to have a less complicated relationship with her. Constantly striving for my parents' approval is exhausting work.
I'm starving. Another reason to look forward to living on my own: cooking on my own schedule. Now we have to wait for my father to get home before we can eat. Oh well, I'm sure I'll survive that too.
Still, my day went well.
In other news, BB'S game went swimmingly yesterday. I figured out (with a *lot* of help from the rest of the party, of course) that the book was hidden on the astral plane, so we walzed over to Sashnesh's lair (gotta love teleporting), took the book back then had fun defiling the walls with rude graffiti. It was fun.
Got home later than I'd anticipated, and mother was up waiting for me. I didn't realise my father had a meeting last night, so she was alone *all* day from seven thirty in the morning until ten thirty at night, with more than enough time on her hands to sit and brood about what an awful daughter I am.
So, amidst her musings, she remembered noticing that I'd worn my hair down yesterday without tying it back at all (something which I'd incidentally decided not to do anymore as it gets in my way). That's when she came to the conclusion that a) it looked bad. b) I must have *wanted* to look bad. c) that meant I didn't care about my appearance. d) that meant that I was no longer interested in my work (because I wasn't making an effort to look good for it). e) because of this I would never advance in my work ever again. f) I would thus be a total failure. g) this would make *her* look bad.
All this because on *one* day I decided not to braid my hair. My poor mum has far too much time to brood on her hands. She needs a hobby. Maybe several.
Still, I'm not actually angry. Reading that Cognitive Therapy book helped a surprising amount, even if I haven't finished it, and am *far* from being well–adjusted. It at least took the edge off her comments. I didn't overreact *completely* and I think that might have made the situation a little less bad than it otherwise might have been.
I like the book. Heck, it even made me less upset and angry and hurt when my mother dismissed *it* out of hand. One of her characteristic: "Oh, well, it sounds nice, I suppose. But it *is* a very *American* conception, isn't it?"
After all, if *I* think the book is valid, that's enough. She hasn't read the book and therefore has no basis for her reasoning. By dismissing the theory she isn't dismissing me, and that's something to keep in mind.
*sigh*
I hope someday to have a less complicated relationship with her. Constantly striving for my parents' approval is exhausting work.
I'm starving. Another reason to look forward to living on my own: cooking on my own schedule. Now we have to wait for my father to get home before we can eat. Oh well, I'm sure I'll survive that too.
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Mothers
Date: 2002-03-19 10:18 pm (UTC)