I live with my aunt and uncle. Half of me feels like I should say that with a certain amount of shame actually, and as I type this, I have an itch to go back and backspace. But, it really isn't something to be ashamed about. One, I love my aunt and uncle. They're really kind to let me live with them as I search for a job, and two, feeling ashamed over something like that is a disservice to what they're doing for me.
But, yes, so I live with them as I try to figure out what I can do with my particular set of skills.
I have also never seen Taken. I'm sorry. Is there a rule for when you reference movies? I've seen this scene before. I've also seen many parodies, if that helps.
So today, as I was to embark on finding a place to work, I bid my aunt and uncle adieu, telling them of my plans to go to the bakery to work this afternoon. But my briskness was lost upon them.
They both sat on the couch looking at me a little wide-eyed. The bakery? To work?
"Yeeeees?" I told them, a little uncomfortably. I tend to be that way, because I know that my work is weird to them and that I'm supposed to be saving, but I wanted coffee.
I was going to work at the bakery for the rest of the afternoon?
Gripping by backpack, I stipulated that, indeed, I was.
They repeated their question a couple of more times, and I answered patiently, repeating myself with confusion and uncertainty that did nothing to propel this conversation forward, until my aunt starkly asked, how I ended up doing that? By which I told her that I just go and get a cookie.
Her wide-eyes locked onto mine right then, and she laughed. She actually laughs at everything, so this wasn't a surprising reaction. I just waited for this to reside, until her eyes settled back to normal as she laughed again, only a bit more contained. "Oh!" she said with a chortle. "I thought..." she dwindled into a smile until she composed herself. "I thought," she started again, soberly, "that you got a job there!"
I smiled along, feeling my face burn because I wasn't sure if she thought this because it would mean that I have a job with a more stable schedule or perhaps another job to help pay for the bills. Or maybe she too understood my love for baked goods and saw this switch in career paths amusing.
Either way, I felt like I disappointed her somehow, and I explained in my Eeyore voice that I only had my one job still, though a bakery job would be amazing.
And, coincidentally, it would be the antithesis of what I do now: promoting sugar intake, surrounding myself with carbs, being able to talk to humans. And I'd smell like flour and butter! This would sincerely be my twelve-year-old dream's come true. I wanted to be a cake maker then.
But my aunt, always cheerful and supportive, told me that she understood and that it was all okay and that I should go enjoy my cookie. She's nice that way.