A peek into my weekend

 

Well, I didn’t come back yesterday to blog about my Saturday like I promised, so it’s Monday, and I will blog about my weekend today. 

 

Today is a rainy, Lincoln’s birthday, so this means that there is no school, nor are there court proceedings today, so this means work is going to be a little slow.  The court rooms are BLACK.

 

Saturday morning I was in a mad rush to downtown in order to take my test.  I used Mapquest for directions, and naturally, they didn’t help me.  I ended up passing the building twice, until I decided to stop and park, and ask some county Saturday working people if I was in the right area.  Of course, it was in the very professional looking building across the street.  I was a bit surprised because I was looking for an older building; county buildings never looked too professional, and usually they are run down.  I guess I’ve been working for the wrong county all these years.  Anyhow, luckily for me I wasn’t late, and still had 15 minutes to run off and take my test.  I met up with another woman in front of the room the test was being held, only to discover the glass doors locked.  We re-read our letters, and yes, we were in the right place and it was not 11 yet, but nothing to indicate the test was being done today; no flyer to announce cancellation, NOTHING.  We had both noticed a few other women leaving the building... But still, you would think they would post something up to announce it was cancelled.  How very rude!  One would expect a county office to be a bit more professional, huh?  When I got home, I left a message with the human resources office inquiring if another date for testing was being held.  I was nice on the phone, and didn’t sound mad or anything, but I was a little upset.  The poor girl that was in the building with me had to call in sick at her other employment just to take the test.  I guess I’m lucky I have the weekends off, but this morning I was in a rush at the grocery store just so I would make it on time to take this test.  Oh well.  I have another test for job this evening.  I hope it’s not cancelled too. 

 

Although Friday was a very BUSY day for me, I had a nice time at the Portuguese hall with my new friend Angela.  Angela is my cousin Tania’ boyfriend’s aunt.  We met when Tania was here visiting.  She’s been living in San Jose about 8 years, and she knows all about the events happening at the hall, and I was curious if she knew a few people that I have known through the years but lost touch.  Of course she knew one woman in particular:  Aurora.  (Not to be confused in any way to Princess Aurora, aka: Dawn.) 

 

 

A LONG, LONG, time ago when I was married to my ex-husband, he met up with a friend who used to be his childhood neighbor back in the Azores, and it wasn’t long until hehired him to do sheet rock.  The first day I met this guy’s wife, Aurora, she sat me down on her couch and basically told me all of the problems in her marriage.  To say the least, it was a bit uncomfortable.  I had just met this woman, and there she was spilling her tragic, unhappy life into my lap.  I felt sorry for her, and figured that she must not have many friends to talk to.  Well, it wasn’t if I had a choice either.  My husband had just left me there and went to work, and I had to stay there until he got back.  So, for the first few hours, she went on and on recounting her life with her terrible husband, while  her son, who must have been may be 10, sat there with us, nodding his head the whole entire time.  Well, this son of hers is already in his 20’s, married, and has a small child that is my youngest son’s age.  To see him there, all grown up with a child of his own, was very odd.  Aurora looked the same however, but this time she wasn’t complaining about her husband, but rather her now ex-husband and his new wife.  Some people just never change.  Apparently, her ex-husband likes to make appearances at all of the Portuguese functions and makes a point of sitting very close to her.  No, they aren’t on friendly terms either, and of course, his new wife, in Aurora’s words is a “F… Bitch”.  For a moment there, I felt like I was sitting in the audience of a Jerry Springer show, because Aurora just went on and on in the crowded hall telling me and Angela, and an innocent older woman the details of why his new wife was so bitchy, all the while, her ex-husband kept on walking back in forth in front of us.  I don’t think he recognized me, but I was afraid to look at him.  I hated that man when my ex was working for him.  I won't go into detail of all the reasons why, but let's just say it involved a lot of sleepless nights, and hours of looking out the window for the guy to make it home.  

 

Aurora gave me her number.  Apparently, she got the house in the divorce, and has the same phone number.  I honestly do not remember where she lived, but we exchanged phone numbers.  I may have coffee with her one day, but I will have to be in a special mood for it; it will have to be a Jerry Springer kind of mood; which is not quite often.  Oh the drama! 

 

 

 

Well, I need to take a test..  Ate logo!