The Fortieth

Yesterday, I very slightly got off my duff and applied to two jobs. And today, one of them asked me for an interview. The job's at a casino, which is laughably out of my realm. My mother, in fact, did laugh.

The sheer fact that A ever plays poker for money ($10-$50 buy-ins, maybe once every three months) has my father very concerned about gambling addiction.

A's cousin, L, mentioned a few weeks ago that he had been totally shocked to meet a guy who had never been to Vegas. "Like, who hasn't been to Vegas?" As I said to L then, I haven't, and if I had never met A, I think it highly, HIGHLY likely that I never would have. And none o' my friends neither.

L was surprised, but he's already absorbed that I was a good student and that I don't really drink, so it wasn't entirely out of nowhere.

It's funny how norms are so different in different circles.

Also, this morning I had bought groceries on my way back from bootcamp, so I sort of banged open the apartment door, forced all the bags and myself inside, then dumped it all on the armchair and closed the door. A couple minutes later, I was telling A something or other about bootcamp when I heard a vehement scratching/whomping at the door.

I realized immediately that the cat had squirted out the door (something she's managed to do a few times before).

A said I'm going to be a bad mother if I keep locking my kids outside.