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Aug. 17th, 2019 06:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chhotiiYes, the house is sold! Like, really sold. Like, I have gotten the money. I don't have to worry about whether the new lawn is going to die without anyone watering it or if the neighborhood punks are going to break into the house while the new owner is packing her things on the West Coast. Not only is it not my responsibility to check on the house any more, it would be highly inappropriate for me to do so. This feels very weird.
Ah, social constructs: All that fuss, just so the number on my bank account has 3 more digits in it than it did this week.
Thursday saw me frantically texting Vic: "Vic! Pick up the phone! I have exciting news for you!" Vic: "What... the house sold?" Me: "That's not news. I mean actually novel unexpected news. News that is news." Vic got into the sleep-over camp that they wanted to go to, at the last minute, off the waiting list. I had written off the possibility that they would go this year and forgotten about it, and in fact didn't answer the first phone calls from Vermont (like, what could that possibly be?) Fortunately the camp director was persistent. Suddenly it was URGENT to order a bathing suit ($35 for overnight shipping), do all the laundry, walk to Vic's doctor's office to try to get the health form, and fill out a mountain of paperwork.
I am apprehensive because the camp's info sheet does say "If a camper has mental health support needs beyond what we are able to provide, we reserve the right to send them home." Vic in a different environment, with a bunch of people they haven't met before, and no iPhone... There is going to be anxiety, and stomping off, and tears, and periods of withdrawing socially. Is Vic going to manage their ups and downs well enough to hang in there, or are they going to have an epic melt-down that will scare the camp director and get themselves sent home? I want to give Vic the chance to succeed at something exciting and challenging. Praying for the best here. Well, I would pray, but there's no deity out there that listens to me.
So, Thursday at work I spent a lot of time on the camp paperwork. I figured this was an investment in time that would pay itself back in the form of more time to focus on work next week, if the camp thing works out and Vic doesn't get themselves sent home. I really need to pull things together at work, to get this project in a state where it can keep running for another year or two without the continued involvement of all the people who will no longer be working there. The state of this project makes me scream. So much work to clean it up.
Ah, social constructs: All that fuss, just so the number on my bank account has 3 more digits in it than it did this week.
Thursday saw me frantically texting Vic: "Vic! Pick up the phone! I have exciting news for you!" Vic: "What... the house sold?" Me: "That's not news. I mean actually novel unexpected news. News that is news." Vic got into the sleep-over camp that they wanted to go to, at the last minute, off the waiting list. I had written off the possibility that they would go this year and forgotten about it, and in fact didn't answer the first phone calls from Vermont (like, what could that possibly be?) Fortunately the camp director was persistent. Suddenly it was URGENT to order a bathing suit ($35 for overnight shipping), do all the laundry, walk to Vic's doctor's office to try to get the health form, and fill out a mountain of paperwork.
I am apprehensive because the camp's info sheet does say "If a camper has mental health support needs beyond what we are able to provide, we reserve the right to send them home." Vic in a different environment, with a bunch of people they haven't met before, and no iPhone... There is going to be anxiety, and stomping off, and tears, and periods of withdrawing socially. Is Vic going to manage their ups and downs well enough to hang in there, or are they going to have an epic melt-down that will scare the camp director and get themselves sent home? I want to give Vic the chance to succeed at something exciting and challenging. Praying for the best here. Well, I would pray, but there's no deity out there that listens to me.
So, Thursday at work I spent a lot of time on the camp paperwork. I figured this was an investment in time that would pay itself back in the form of more time to focus on work next week, if the camp thing works out and Vic doesn't get themselves sent home. I really need to pull things together at work, to get this project in a state where it can keep running for another year or two without the continued involvement of all the people who will no longer be working there. The state of this project makes me scream. So much work to clean it up.
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Date: 2019-08-20 04:27 am (UTC)I hope camp works out for Vic.
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Date: 2019-08-21 03:41 pm (UTC)there's no deity out there that listens to me
Every time I think that, I picture Eris sitting under a tree, casually tossing an apple from hand to hand, and smiling at me.