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dragonlady7Because, in my world, as of the current moment, Monday is Friday, except that I don't have a full weekend, just the one day.
Oh man. I feel like somebody kicked my ass. And I suppose that's really all one ought to say about work, save that it was neither as good nor as bad as I'd thought. But it is inevitable that Sunday will kick my ass; whether it's busy or slow the end of the night always has a steamroller-has-passed-over sort of feel.
And I dragged myself home, too late to eat dinner with Dave, and discovered that-- some anonymous person had bought some Livejournal time for me!!!
I am quite charmed by that, as nobody's ever done that for me before. I'm warm-fuzzied. :D Thank you, anonymous person!
Tomorrow Z's mom comes home from California, and so this morning, tonight, and all day tomorrow will be spent putting the house back in order for her. I think we'll go grocery shopping tonight, so we can stock her fridge and ours-- we did eat some of her food (she'd said to go ahead and do so...) and I do know she hates to go to the grocery store. So I'm trying to cleverly think of what to buy, but I'm still stuck with my stupid buying things mental block. (Come on! it's groceries. Duh.) Mostly I think I'm just bushwhacked. Thank God I've got tomorrow off.
My deposit was short last night-- somehow, $20 went missing, and I remain baffled as to how. (When I count my bank it is often off. It is pretty much always off because something has stuck to something else, or I have counted something twice. So there was much hullabaloo and recounting and trying to think what could possibly be wrong last night before the cash office girl, who is often the one to discover my mistake, sorts the whole thing out. She was very disappointed last night that she couldn't figure out what it was. And I am quite confused-- I've no idea how $20 can have gone missing, as I'm a good cash handler, and I only wish I'd stolen it...) So I have a tiny niggling little bit of hope that they'll suspend me so I won't have to work today. (Seems silly, to have a punishment be that somebody gets the day off, but hey, I don't make the rules.)
I gave up on trying to be coy about my birthday, and I gave Dave a check from our joint account (which is at this point almost entirely my money, but some is his, so there's a pretense at least) and told him to put it into his and use it to shop for a birthday present for me, and then I gave him the tech specs I want out of a used laptop and told him to find it, and set it up, and surprise me with it. And if he can't find one, then and only then is it up to him to figure out what the hell to get me for my birthday. But I thought, this is something I might buy myself, but he knows more, and it would be eversomuch cooler if it came from him.
I know he doesn't have a whole lot of time, and now my birthday's only 3 weeks and 5 days away (it took me too much math to figure that out), but maybe he'll come up with something. He's a smart boy. Odds are better now than they were while I was just lying on the floor whining about getting older.
Oddly enough there was a big article in the newspaper yesterday about how all these twentysomethings, especially women, are having 'quarter-life crises' in their early twenties because we're supposed to Have It Figured Out Before Thirty and yet almost nobody can actually manage to do that, except for all the high-profile phenoms that win championships and publish novels etc. at 15. And I totally identified with that-- I'm older now than my mom was when she got married, I promised myself a dozen huge getting-life-sorted-out decisions before I turned 25 and have done none of them this year, etc. etc. And it's maddening. Yes, I'm working as a waitress. Yes, I'm not married, nor have I even had a coherent conversation about it with my boyfriend who is not the Having Serious Talks About Feelings type. Yes, I have not finished any novels. WHATEVER. Odds are pretty good given my genealogy and barring misfortune (knock wood) that I've got another 60 years left at least with my brain reasonably intact, and probably another 20 with my reproductive system functioning, and if I don't, well then too bad. In the meantime I've got enough to do as it is. I'll get to the rest of it when i get to it. (I guess that's one thing waitressing teaches, is a sense of priorities: 1) don't leave hot food sitting, 2) don't carry money around-- make change and give it back, or put it away, 3) new customers should at least be told you're their waitress and will get to them if they stay put, and 4) everything else can probably wait a minute. Which is not the sort of thing I was ever good at before. Also, I'm making nearly twice as much money as Dave on my current schedule.)
So... I'd better go get ready for work.
Oh man. I feel like somebody kicked my ass. And I suppose that's really all one ought to say about work, save that it was neither as good nor as bad as I'd thought. But it is inevitable that Sunday will kick my ass; whether it's busy or slow the end of the night always has a steamroller-has-passed-over sort of feel.
And I dragged myself home, too late to eat dinner with Dave, and discovered that-- some anonymous person had bought some Livejournal time for me!!!
I am quite charmed by that, as nobody's ever done that for me before. I'm warm-fuzzied. :D Thank you, anonymous person!
Tomorrow Z's mom comes home from California, and so this morning, tonight, and all day tomorrow will be spent putting the house back in order for her. I think we'll go grocery shopping tonight, so we can stock her fridge and ours-- we did eat some of her food (she'd said to go ahead and do so...) and I do know she hates to go to the grocery store. So I'm trying to cleverly think of what to buy, but I'm still stuck with my stupid buying things mental block. (Come on! it's groceries. Duh.) Mostly I think I'm just bushwhacked. Thank God I've got tomorrow off.
My deposit was short last night-- somehow, $20 went missing, and I remain baffled as to how. (When I count my bank it is often off. It is pretty much always off because something has stuck to something else, or I have counted something twice. So there was much hullabaloo and recounting and trying to think what could possibly be wrong last night before the cash office girl, who is often the one to discover my mistake, sorts the whole thing out. She was very disappointed last night that she couldn't figure out what it was. And I am quite confused-- I've no idea how $20 can have gone missing, as I'm a good cash handler, and I only wish I'd stolen it...) So I have a tiny niggling little bit of hope that they'll suspend me so I won't have to work today. (Seems silly, to have a punishment be that somebody gets the day off, but hey, I don't make the rules.)
I gave up on trying to be coy about my birthday, and I gave Dave a check from our joint account (which is at this point almost entirely my money, but some is his, so there's a pretense at least) and told him to put it into his and use it to shop for a birthday present for me, and then I gave him the tech specs I want out of a used laptop and told him to find it, and set it up, and surprise me with it. And if he can't find one, then and only then is it up to him to figure out what the hell to get me for my birthday. But I thought, this is something I might buy myself, but he knows more, and it would be eversomuch cooler if it came from him.
I know he doesn't have a whole lot of time, and now my birthday's only 3 weeks and 5 days away (it took me too much math to figure that out), but maybe he'll come up with something. He's a smart boy. Odds are better now than they were while I was just lying on the floor whining about getting older.
Oddly enough there was a big article in the newspaper yesterday about how all these twentysomethings, especially women, are having 'quarter-life crises' in their early twenties because we're supposed to Have It Figured Out Before Thirty and yet almost nobody can actually manage to do that, except for all the high-profile phenoms that win championships and publish novels etc. at 15. And I totally identified with that-- I'm older now than my mom was when she got married, I promised myself a dozen huge getting-life-sorted-out decisions before I turned 25 and have done none of them this year, etc. etc. And it's maddening. Yes, I'm working as a waitress. Yes, I'm not married, nor have I even had a coherent conversation about it with my boyfriend who is not the Having Serious Talks About Feelings type. Yes, I have not finished any novels. WHATEVER. Odds are pretty good given my genealogy and barring misfortune (knock wood) that I've got another 60 years left at least with my brain reasonably intact, and probably another 20 with my reproductive system functioning, and if I don't, well then too bad. In the meantime I've got enough to do as it is. I'll get to the rest of it when i get to it. (I guess that's one thing waitressing teaches, is a sense of priorities: 1) don't leave hot food sitting, 2) don't carry money around-- make change and give it back, or put it away, 3) new customers should at least be told you're their waitress and will get to them if they stay put, and 4) everything else can probably wait a minute. Which is not the sort of thing I was ever good at before. Also, I'm making nearly twice as much money as Dave on my current schedule.)
So... I'd better go get ready for work.
