dragonlady7

So just suck up and be nice, as the immortal wisdom of Ani DiFranco suggests.

Sigh.
Today is the last day I have to work this week. It will be spent at Landmark with Senior Cocktail Waitress. People are more rude and also more generous at Landmark, and the job is less difficult to do, so I am highly unlikely to have any sort of meltdown. By chance I wound up at Landmark yesterday, because they were short one person, so yesterday turned out Reasonable. Thank God. Although the morning bartender there was the same girl who closed All-Stars with me the previous night and watched me nearly melt down all afternoon, and so she was a bit, well, sarcastic. Which is reasonable, given that she's right and I am large, clumsy, prone to dropping/breaking things, and on the whole somewhat dangerous as a co-worker.
At least SCW and I get along, although I'm sure she talks about me behind my back-- she does with everyone, though, and she's usually entertaining face to face, so I don't mind. It's not like these are my friends she's gossiping among. And it means she talks about everyone behind their back to me, which is wildly entertaining on any given day. I mean, who wouldn't be amused to hear about how Ubermanager's wife totally wears the pants? It's funny.
Work has been exceptionally distressing of late not because of customers but because of a few new policies by Management, and yet, if I write down the new policies, it sounds like a rather boring Not Big Deal, so I won't try to explain-- suffice to say, we're all disgruntled and people are threatening to quit. But dammit! I just got my health insurance! I haven't even gone to the doctor yet! No way am I quitting.

Arrived home last night dead-beat and a little dispirited after spending almost all of my cash tips on gas, and Z had put out the garbage and recycling, and also had mowed the lawn so he could put out the lawn clippings. Just now the garbage men came by, and one of them was singing "The Lady Is A Tramp." "That's what you get for moving to the suburbs," Z said as he came out on the porch in his underwear, scratching his chest: "the garbage men sing Sinatra at 7:30 am."

Morning glories are in bloom-- white with pink stripes, some deep purple ones, and a very shy little pink one that's kind of hiding the flowers so only the neighbors can see them.

Have begun to solidify travel plans. Am thinking that I have a reasonable chance of doing correct math for taxes. Z confessed that he's done nothing toward getting my birthday present, but at least he was somewhat contrite. I'll probably live. I'll get him something for my birthday, and he can get me something for his. So what should I get him? *ponders*

I was also thinking because of a comment by

lenine2 that it would be fun to start a random mail exchange. A friend of mine used to do this with postcards. I'm going to post my snail-mail address in a filtered post and screen the comments; if you want a weird postcard or something, comment with your address, or send me something bizarre and random in the mail with your return address on it. I particularly recommend going to your local county/state fair and the like-- all the amusing local festivals are in the summer. If I'd thought of it earlier, I could've gotten someone a souvenir beer cozy from the Eden Corn Festival, but I hadn't thought of it. Maybe I'll get to the Erie Co Fair later this month.