My weekend consisted of stacking firewood, reading, and watching my brother play baseball. Oh, and getting sunburned on my forehead. My brother is pretty amazing. I think he pitched every game (there were 3 altogether). Sometimes, it is hard to believe that I am related to such a great athlete. I love sports. I'm just not super great at them.
I have an interview today at the Advocacy Centre. For some reason, the interview is not until 4:00 in the afternoon, so I have the opportunity to be thinking about it. All day. I am having an inner struggle with wanting to maintain confidence that I will get the job, while also squelching hope that I will, so that I won't be disappointed if I don't. It is all rather confusing. My poor stomach.
I had a humbling moment the other night (I have a lot of them for some reason). We had company over, and my mom asked me to remove some things from my brother's bathroom, so that it would be clean for the guests. So I removed them, and placed them in the laundry. Late that night, after the company had left, I heard my brother ask what had happened to his stuff, why was it in the laundry. Using my most patient and understanding voice. I explained to him that I had been asked to remove them so that the bathroom would be clean. My brother didn't seem to understand that most simple explanation, and repeated his question. I was getting a little frustrated, because really, I had did him a favor by making him appear to be clean and tidy. And so, I raised my voice a notch, thinking perhaps, he just couldn't hear what the heck I was saying. All of a sudden, he starts talking over me. Now I am extra frustrated, so I repeat myself at an even higher volume. My brother stops talking, and it goes completely silent, and he asks, "Jennie, who are you yelling at?" Apparently he had been talking to my parents the entire time. And I was merely talking to myself.