friday there was a co-op meeting. i sent the minutes out two days before the meeting. i should get them out 12 days before. i have never had them out on time, but i've never been this late before. i was expecting to be bitched at, but instead i was told by three different people how happy they are that i send them out late. this way people don't read them, and then forget about the meeting. the meeting was more of a bitchfest. we talked about co-op stuff for about 5 minutes of the hour we were there. no one had any news, and since there was no co-op stuff to talk about we wasted an hour talking about the changes to social assistance for parents that want to go to school, and how fucked up the welfare system is. i've been talking to angie about this for the last few weeks. she can't get on welfare unless she cashes in her children's education bonds, and lives off of them first. the money in the bonds is not hers. it was put there by relatives. she can't take the money out on her own. they still count it as income for her. blah. i do feel bad for angie. she was on the phone all day for three days in a row just trying to find out why they sent her a cheque for $400, and if they were going to take it back. the social worker that came by pretty much told her she was worthless, and deserved to starve to death. why do people like that become social workers? i really think they do it just for the power to fuck with people who are vulnerable. angie was crying by the end of it. she can put up with people saying bad things about her, since she gets it all the time. they told her she could bring a parent or friend while she was being questioned. she's a 25 year old woman, why should this be so painful that she needs to bring her mommy and daddy along?

sorry about that. see how the meeting went off track?

after the meeting i got coffee with my mom, and bitched about more stuff. i went to her place, since i told mary i would bring some cds over for her. mary didn't get home until nearly one in the morning. my mother fell asleep on the couch, and mary and i stayed up until three watching newsies. i love newsies. i slept in my mom's bed, and remembered why i want a bed so badly. i need a bed. i am so sick of waking up stuffed halfway into the crack between the sofa and the cushions. i sleep lying like this / ok, not that bad, but the couch cushions tilt down at the back so i'm always on an angle. my poor back hates me.

the next day mary and i went to ikea to look at stuff i can't buy. this stuff included beds. damn ikea.

i was going to see the royal tennebaums that night, but i got home late. i would have had to throw my stuff down and run there. i did not feel like running in the shitty weather, so instead i watched newsies again, and danced around my house like an idiot.

sunday i did fuck all. mary and i were on the phone through most of the oscars making snarky comments.

that was pretty much it.

on with my boring life.

~amy~