So, my uncle died this evening at around 6pm; four hours after being taken off the respirator or something. It's not tough yet. I'm sad that it happened and everything and I've cried already, but that's it. I've got nothing to say about it. He's being cremated and the memorial is sometime next week. I'm going to Boston and the only thing I'm not looking forward to is the possibility that my cousin Matt will be there. It'd be a great way to cap off the last five years of mental changes I've gone through because of him. Now if only I didn't have a funeral to go to. I really hate going to Massachusetts. I always knew it would take a death to make me willing enough to go back there.
I went to work today at the summer day camp. Let me tell you an interesting story about my getting this job. For years, my mom has worked as a counselor there in charge of the game room. It's four days a week, six weeks in a row.
Interesting story: Weeks ago, Tony told me that if Cindy didn't get a job, she'd be going to California with her church group. She and her best friend Xiomara applied for a job with the same camp my mom's worked for in the past. Cindy didn't get the job. Xiomara did. She then decided that if Cindy wasn't working with her, that she didn't want it. Instead of calling and canceling, Xiomara just doesn't show up for the counselors meeting last week and her first day on the job yesterday. Thus, screwing herself out of working at the camp at all. My mom calls me and I talk to her boss who offers me Xiomara's job. I accept it. I am now employed. In the words of Anthony, I have the job Cindy wanted and am closing in on the guy she didn't. *TAKE THAT!*
Needless to say, these thoughts keep me happier than the prior ones :)
