I had a pretty eventful weekend.

I left work at noon, like I do on Fridays. When I got home I called about a job I saw on the internet. And I have an interview tomorrow. If I get the job, I'll be going to elderly people's houses and helping them with chores and errands and the like. It's possible that I might have to clean them up or help them get dressed, but I can handle that. And it starts at $1 more per hour than I am making, and as I get training it goes up another $1.50. So, overall it looks like a cool thing. Plus, if I decide I want to do geriatric massage it will be a great practice builder for me. Wish me luck.

I was going to write and stuff on Friday, but I was too excited to concentrate, so I hung out with Wendy all afternoon. Then, just as Paul and I were going to get ready for my work Christmas party, his mom called to tell him that his grandmother was dying. She had ovarian cancer, and they'd given her two months to live last week. We skipped the party and drove out to Fayette City, where Paul's grandmother was. She was on morpine and couldn't really talk, but she knew that he was there, and he got to tell her that he loved her. She died Saturday night. Paul's doing okay, but his father is pretty broken up.

On Saturday morning, I gave my boss a massage. It went okay. It wasn't the best massage I could give, but it was still a good massage. I'm pleased with myself, because I overcame a lot of obstacles to do well. First off, I don't like him. And then he smelled bad and his feet were really icky--they were all dry and had weird growths on them and his toenails were yellow and really thick--and when I asked about the pressure scale he never really gave me a clear answer. One time instead of responding with a number he chuckled and said, "You're doing fine, kiddo." He called me kiddo. Ugh. And I wasn't asking about how I was doing, I was asking where he wanted the pressure. I had problems focusing and being in the moment, mainly because I didn't want to be there. I was looking forward to giving Hilary a massage next week. But every time my mind wandered I caught it before he did and pulled myself back to the moment.

I went home and Ben came over and we played D&D and watched some Buffy. Then on Sunday I gave Paul a massage, worked on a new short story, and studied for my anatomy final. And now I'm back at work.