making waves

yesterday was a glorious, pitiful mess.

my aunt took me and pg for lunch close to where i was to interview, and we had a tough time finding a place that suited my diet. this is apparently a "thing" in canada, and if we don't find more comfortable options then i'm just going to give up when eating out. anyway, pg was unhappy with where we eventually chose and so the pleasant morning took a downturn. we got over it during lunch, my aunt making some rather astute observations and giving what sounds like very good advice.

the interview: what an absolute pleasure to walk into an office of professionals, to sit with people who know how to read a resume and to *click*. as much as i took them by surprise with my responses, they took me by surprise with their crazy and interesting tech and their list of concerns - i could be very happy working with them. the hour i was there flew by, i've been given a weekend assignment to demonstrate my prowess and if they're happy and they make me a decent offer* then we're talking about a time-frame of a couple of weeks.

* as i told them, i've learned my lesson about salary negotiations, and i'm not interested in leading.

my head was spinning all the way home. it was a beautiful day, but slightly warm for my jacket (oh! i was dressed just fine), and the rest of the afternoon was spent discussing possibilities and messing about online.

pg and i decided to go see a movie, and we got all of ten minutes away from the house before we had an argument that turned into a fight, and we turned around. about twenty minutes later we'd resolved it (it involved a time-out wallowing in the park), and were on our way to catch a bus to the movie when pg started feeling horrible, and we came back home and i observed her until she started feeling a bit better.

it was just then that my uncle called us upstairs to offer us dinner, which we gladly accepted. the soup was delicious, but he and his opinions mounted an attack on pg's quiet nature, and he was highly offensive and really upset her.

i went to go talk to her, having attempted to peacefully end the "conversation", and just got more and more upset. pg didn't want me to make things even more awkward by telling him off, and i couldn't just stand by and let him do what he did. so i went upstairs, planning on discussing things with my aunt, but instead of talking to me she walked in to where my uncle was sitting and climbed into him. if we'd already started counting down on defcon i wasn't go to let her go it alone**, and so i came in and the two of us (hopefully successfully, but probably not) got him to understand that not everyone has to be like him and that it's none of his business how we choose to run our lives.

** her relationship with him is her business. i find the way he talks to her when he's irritated shocking, even though i grew up in a household that was way worse.

after that was (sort of) resolved, i had to stand another twenty minute earful from him of why coming to montreal is a terrible idea and the risks we're taking by doing so. i stood my ground, explaining over and over again that as non-canadian citizens, we've got to take whatever chance we get and if that means a couple of tough years then that's what we'll have to deal with. we have no clue what a canadian winter feels like and how we'll manage, and we have no clue what pg's going to do with herself here if i get a job, and we can't see the future and we'll just have to make do as best we can.

i went downstairs to have pg get more upset with me for having talked about our discomfort... i dunno what's going to happen. we watched a few episodes of tiger and bunny and then went to bed early.