Eric - Dad
Nancy - Mom
Jacob - 19 yr. old brother (roommates are Kevin and Aaron, both with LCA)
Tim - me
Sarah - 16 yr. old sister
Rebecca - Becky. 14 yr. old twin
Rachel - other twin
Jeana - my very bestest friend
Jon - obligatory best guy friend. People call him a teddy bear
Lambda Chi Alpha - my fraternity. Too many people to be named
Jeana - Daniel, Wanda (parents Daniel is step) Jessica, Greg, Gabe, Jordan, Hannah (1st two older, 3rd about same age, last 2 babies)
Jon - Brett (step), Lori, Jessica (sister)
I have too much family, friends, and relatives to easily list, but these will be the most reoccuring characters. I’ll explain others in full at the bottom of each story. I find it interrupts the flow if I stop and explain during. Pat is with LCA, tho.
I didn’t have school today. Well, spanish class, but I didn’t go. My ankle still hurts a little, but not much. It’s only a little swollen. Becky and Sarah are looking almost normal this morning, but I was thinking of making a Phantom mask for Rachel, considering only the right side of her face is damaged. She wouldn’t like the idea. I have to wake Jon up soon so we can go clean out the truck. The girls went to school during the lunch hour to reassure everyone they were okay. We got so many cards, flowers, and letters yesterday. I don’t think mom will have to cook for a good week, either. Food everywhere.
I found out a couple days ago that Dad lost his job. He’s been working there for 28 years. Worked his way up from mailroom clerk at 16 yrs old, to be supervisor of the underwriting department, 28 years later. Then, they just let him go. Budget cuts, they say. So they get rid of the three people making the most money in that department. The other two are people he’s been working with since near the beginning. Fucking ungrateful bastards. He moved to Omaha for eight years to get their new branch up and running, making it one of the most successful in the company. Finally, he asks to be allowed to transfer back to where his family is, and we moved here, nine years ago. Ungrateful bastards. It should be illegal to do him like this. Mother fuckers. He’ll get a year and a half severence pay, but that’ll only be (maybe) 95k, after taxes. For a family of seven (six, I guess, since Jake moved out), that’s not alot of dough. He’ll find another job, though. Maybe this is writing on the wall. He’s been trying to get his position changed to the intranet supervisor for a few years now. I guess this’ll give him a chance to do what he really loves, tinker with computers for a living. Jon just called. Lost my train of thought. I hope that his insurance will still pay for all of this accident, though. He’s not officially ‘downsized’ until December 1st. Bastards. Nothing like firing a guy during the holidays.
I had the wierdest dream last night. There’s a mall around here, called the Great Mall, it’s over a mile around (it’s a square). The mall was set up like a swap’n’shop. My friends and I (a bunch of high school friends) were walking around, finding all these cool high-tech gizmos. The mall was divided into ‘areas’ which were walled apart by huge glass and steel doors. To get through the doors you had to buy a cell phone from whoever was nearer the door. At least, I think that’s how it went. It’s kind of fuzzy now.
I sort of got my inspiration for this from James Lileks, IMHO, one of the best living writers. www.lileks.com has his “Daily Bleats” where he talks about everything from his dogs to his car to his mom dying to the weather changing. The mood is always dreary and sad, even when it’s humorous or light. He’s got a really good style. It has a great feel to it. I’m glad some of you out there like this.
We are the children of the Eighties. We are not the first “lost generation” nor today’s lost generation; in fact, we think we know just where we stand - or are discovering it as we speak.