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Job Hunt, etc
I went over to the Kitsap Mall today to look for a job. Not much happened, I don't really want to talk about the job search, it just makes me tired and nervous. But a few interesting incidents occured:
As I was about to cross the street to Target, a woman turned in front of me (out of a parking lot) with a diaper bag and an expensive handbag on the roof of her car above the driver side door. I tried to flag her down but she didn't notice. The diaper bag fell off almost immediately, but the handbag fell off a ways down the road. I ran out in the street to get the diaper bag and missed my chance to cross, of course, and then I went down half a block and climbed over the divide to get the handbag. A guy in a delivery truck had stopped in the lane to get out and pick it up, and I called to him, not wanting the diaper bag and the handbag to get seperated (or the handbag to get stolen). I ran over and got the handbag from him and went back and picked up the diaper bag, and headed for the mall to find someone to give the items to.
Suddenly, the woman pulled up in front of me, I guess she had gone back around through the parking lot to retrace her steps and she was about to pull out of the lot again, and she stopped and opened her door. I was a bit bewildered, and all I could think to do was say, "Is this yours? Sorry about that." Can you believe it? After all I went through to do her a good turn, I didn't even tell her what happened, I just said "Sorry." The woman just repeated "Thank you so much" maybe three times, and then I closed her car door and walked away. I felt kind of let down. I could have said, "Oh, I'm glad I found you! These fell off into the street, it was a struggle to get them back before they were run over by oncoming traffic! It was just my heroic instinct that sprung into action in that split-second of decision. I endangered myself to protect your, a stranger's, diaper bag and expensive designer handbag! AND I didn't steal anything!" At least then she would feel grateful that such a kind stranger happened to be in the vicinity in her moment of stupidity.
But instead, "Sorry." I always say sorry - when I say sorry, I mean "I feel sorry for you that you were inconvenienced/had a difficult experience/had something bad happen." Of course, no one interprets it that way. I wish there was a phrase for that in colloquial English. I guess you can say, "Yeah, too bad about that," but it always sounds sarcastic to me. What else can you say? "My condolences"? Not unless someone died. "Better luck next time"? Not if the person made a mistake that was their own fault. "It happens to the best of us"? Stupid. Um... Nothing springs to mind. Anyone help me out?
I'm trying to be more assertive lately - it's the only way to get along with Andy and the only way I'm going to get a job and make friends, for sure. I made a friend today! A very nice Mormon boy who just got back from a year "teaching" in Korea. His hobbies are video production, writing, he wanted to go to Japan, you know, we just had a lot in common. I'm not going to join his church or anything, but I'm gonna give him an email and talk to him a bit more, try and figure out if he's an ax murderer or something.
Well, that's all the news that's fit to print. I think Andy's done with his car washing (it being now 7:40 PM), so we might watch an episode of Red Dwarf Season 3 we got from Netflix. Life be my wild mistress.
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