:( I'm sorry you're stuck. I hate missing family things, too. I was going to say oh my mother's not that much older than yours, but then I updated my mental math, and, well, my mother's 67, which makes sense because I think I'm about that much older than you are too, so really it's perfectly reasonable. It's more that I consistently forget to account for the last decade or so, in my life, so. The other day my coworker said, "what year is it?" because it's a running joke (we yell it, like Robin Williams in Jumanji, at random intervals throughout our day, because we're fairly isolated and weird in our little upstairs office but really we were pretty isolated and weird in our cluttered back room that was really just a partitioned-off closet within the actual store floor, so it's probably us and not our environment), and I said, "Two thousand seven?" and we both stared in profound depression as we reflected on all that has not really happened in that decade. ("My whole life was ahead of me," he said wonderingly. Both of us worked for the current company at the time but we were relatively new hires.)
August is a long ways away. I'm sorry you're so isolated. I'm an absolute disaster at living alone, I don't think I'd actually survive it. You're doing great. <3
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I was going to say oh my mother's not that much older than yours, but then I updated my mental math, and, well, my mother's 67, which makes sense because I think I'm about that much older than you are too, so really it's perfectly reasonable. It's more that I consistently forget to account for the last decade or so, in my life, so.
The other day my coworker said, "what year is it?" because it's a running joke (we yell it, like Robin Williams in Jumanji, at random intervals throughout our day, because we're fairly isolated and weird in our little upstairs office but really we were pretty isolated and weird in our cluttered back room that was really just a partitioned-off closet within the actual store floor, so it's probably us and not our environment), and I said, "Two thousand seven?" and we both stared in profound depression as we reflected on all that has not really happened in that decade. ("My whole life was ahead of me," he said wonderingly. Both of us worked for the current company at the time but we were relatively new hires.)
August is a long ways away. I'm sorry you're so isolated. I'm an absolute disaster at living alone, I don't think I'd actually survive it. You're doing great. <3