My grandpa's brother died today. He's in Armenia. This news found me at work and I was headed for our HR office with the new girl and stopped half-way along the corridor and started weeping, while talking on the mobile with a relative who thought it appropriate to deliver such news at the beginning of my work day.
I really love this grandfather of mine. He somehow always appeared more caring to me than my own grandpa, his brother. I never really was very close to him. We visited him occasionally during summer trips to Armenia. And I last saw him a year and a month ago. He always looked the same to me. Perhaps I just noticed that he moved and reacted slower and he looked really old. But since I've always considered him old I never fully realized that he was old and was getting even older.
My very first memory of him (which can't be really a memory because I only know this thanks to my mom) is that once we have been at my grandpa's and grandpa was doing some work in the front yard. And then this late grandfather was there, sitting in the shadow of vine. And I ran out of the house straight to grandpa, and asked something or said something. And then grandfather made a comment. And I swung around and stared at him and asked: Who is this grandfather?
And that has become a family joke. Everyone uses this formula to ask about things and mock me.
And now this grandfather has passed on. And I hope he is in a better world now. In his own personal heaven.
So this new girl at my work (who witnessed my tears) is to take my place because I am quitting. And I asked her to come and have an interview with my boss. After I had talked to him yesterday and said that I needed to leave the job, it made me too tired. And he had agreed to talk to this girl.
I have talked to her on the phone for a couple of times. And she has the sweetest of voices. And today while I was waiting for her to arrive for the interview (she came 20 minutes earlier!) I was hoping beyond hope that's she'd be pretty at least. When she entered my office, I knew she was the perfect thing for this position. She's really cute, very good-looking, young and fresh. And besides that, she has special training for the job, unlike me. I am trained to teach and that's what I'll be doing for these couple of days. Showing her around and making her familiar with the peculiarities of the position.
After that I was just goofing around, surfing the interntes. I read this whole journal thing called 100 days of Harry Potter. Then I got links to The Harry Potter Companion and this essay on Fred and George in particular, which is called Not just Fredandgeorge. And in the comments to the essay I got the name of a really good fanfic about the Weasley twins - Long-Distance Extendable Ears. (google it and read it).
I was reading Elizabeth Gilbert's 'Eat. Pray. Love' for a couple of days now but I only got to liking it today and couldn't put the book down. I enjoy it a lot. And for her fans information, Elizabeth needs a better website than this (I googled her to see what she looks like and came to that bright yellow-orange web-page, my eyes still burn =) )
When I came home tonight, I needed to go buy some personal stuff and as it was raining (and it still is) I literally made myself go out - with my rainbow umbrella ofc. I also bought 3 Ikea candles in lowball tumbler glasses. The scents are vanilla, caramel and chocolate. I love them all! They are like the three of us girls. Me being the caramel scent, and the two of my best friends being opposites of each other: sweet and light vanilla and dense and deep chocolate.
On my way home I was reading and then suddenly I looked up and saw a beautiful double rainbow. I just stepped into a water puddle and froze. The sight was mesmerizing. I couldn't make a picture on my cameraphone. It just wouldn't respond to the button-pressing. And I didn't get back outside with my dslr because I had to make food.
This ends this strange day.
I hope I'll be able to wake up early tomorrow. I plan on waking up at 6am when I quit my job finally later this week.
I really love this grandfather of mine. He somehow always appeared more caring to me than my own grandpa, his brother. I never really was very close to him. We visited him occasionally during summer trips to Armenia. And I last saw him a year and a month ago. He always looked the same to me. Perhaps I just noticed that he moved and reacted slower and he looked really old. But since I've always considered him old I never fully realized that he was old and was getting even older.
My very first memory of him (which can't be really a memory because I only know this thanks to my mom) is that once we have been at my grandpa's and grandpa was doing some work in the front yard. And then this late grandfather was there, sitting in the shadow of vine. And I ran out of the house straight to grandpa, and asked something or said something. And then grandfather made a comment. And I swung around and stared at him and asked: Who is this grandfather?
And that has become a family joke. Everyone uses this formula to ask about things and mock me.
And now this grandfather has passed on. And I hope he is in a better world now. In his own personal heaven.
So this new girl at my work (who witnessed my tears) is to take my place because I am quitting. And I asked her to come and have an interview with my boss. After I had talked to him yesterday and said that I needed to leave the job, it made me too tired. And he had agreed to talk to this girl.
I have talked to her on the phone for a couple of times. And she has the sweetest of voices. And today while I was waiting for her to arrive for the interview (she came 20 minutes earlier!) I was hoping beyond hope that's she'd be pretty at least. When she entered my office, I knew she was the perfect thing for this position. She's really cute, very good-looking, young and fresh. And besides that, she has special training for the job, unlike me. I am trained to teach and that's what I'll be doing for these couple of days. Showing her around and making her familiar with the peculiarities of the position.
After that I was just goofing around, surfing the interntes. I read this whole journal thing called 100 days of Harry Potter. Then I got links to The Harry Potter Companion and this essay on Fred and George in particular, which is called Not just Fredandgeorge. And in the comments to the essay I got the name of a really good fanfic about the Weasley twins - Long-Distance Extendable Ears. (google it and read it).
I was reading Elizabeth Gilbert's 'Eat. Pray. Love' for a couple of days now but I only got to liking it today and couldn't put the book down. I enjoy it a lot. And for her fans information, Elizabeth needs a better website than this (I googled her to see what she looks like and came to that bright yellow-orange web-page, my eyes still burn =) )
When I came home tonight, I needed to go buy some personal stuff and as it was raining (and it still is) I literally made myself go out - with my rainbow umbrella ofc. I also bought 3 Ikea candles in lowball tumbler glasses. The scents are vanilla, caramel and chocolate. I love them all! They are like the three of us girls. Me being the caramel scent, and the two of my best friends being opposites of each other: sweet and light vanilla and dense and deep chocolate.
On my way home I was reading and then suddenly I looked up and saw a beautiful double rainbow. I just stepped into a water puddle and froze. The sight was mesmerizing. I couldn't make a picture on my cameraphone. It just wouldn't respond to the button-pressing. And I didn't get back outside with my dslr because I had to make food.
This ends this strange day.
I hope I'll be able to wake up early tomorrow. I plan on waking up at 6am when I quit my job finally later this week.
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