First item: my promotion at work was made official today. I'm now making $10,000 MORE every year. This makes me happy! The job is a step up from what I've been doing, but I think it should be pretty easy...ish. We'll see. I am now authorized to fire people. I'm going to be doing hiring, too, and scheduling. It should be interesting. (I don't have to wear an apron or hat anymore. I'm more than happy to get rid of the hat, but I'm going to have to buy some roomier-around-the-waist jeans or lose weight before I feel comfortable walking around with a polo shirt tucked into my jeans. Yuck. But of course, I want to lose weight anyway.) ...Even though I've learned lots of people/social skills through Bread and Company, I still don't like having to be confrontational with the employees at work. I guess that's not something that you ever get over, though. Nobody likes firing people.
Second item: I'm locking my door all the time now (or...I'm trying to remember to lock it all the time). Why? Matt and I were watching Fried Green Tomatoes last night when a guy who was employed as an assistant manager at B&C for about two weeks dropped by. He was drunk or high or something -- basically unable to form (or at least communicate) a cohesive thought. I should have told him to leave since he was being loud and very annoying, but I didn't. I'm too polite sometimes. I don't know if "polite" is the right word. At any rate, he ended up trying to kiss me in the kitchen and hitting Matt (like...not just a slap). After Matt got mad at him and told him to leave. The guy was in the Marines and apparently it really fucked him up in the head, because last night was utterly ridiculous. He could have had a knife or a gun in his car.
Third item: it's been snowing off and on all day, and it's been SO gorgeous. This is the best kind of snow: big, dry flakes that melt when they touch the ground. Lovely.
Fourth item: I put duct tape on Hobbes' and Seamus' hind paws today because I was bored. Seamus was pretty chill about it, but Hobbes was pretty hilarious. I really, really, REALLY want to trim the whiskers on one side of Seamus' head...but that's just too mean. Maybe I'll do it the next time he pees on my clothes, when I'm good and mad at him.
Fifth item: I made mulled wine last night, and it was good. I ran out of cinnamon sticks and whole cloves, so it wasn't as good as usual. I need to go the International Market on Belmont to get more cinnamon sticks. I like wine. Tasty stuff. I think Matt and I are going to Dalt's tonight where they have 2 for 1 well drinks on Wednesdays. Kelli, if you're reading this, I think of you every time I hear the word "well" (when it's describing drinks, that is).
Sixth item: there isn't one.
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What's in My Journal (by William Stafford)
Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean
things, fishhooks, barbs in your hand.
But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable.
Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous
discards. Space for knickknacks, and for
Alaska. Evidence to hang me, or to beautify.
Clues that lead nowhere, that never connected
anyway. Deliberate obfuscation, the kind
that takes genius. Chasms in character.
Loud omissions. Mornings that yawn above
a new grave. Pages you know exist
but you can't f ind them. Somebody's terribly
inevitable life story, maybe mine.
2 comments:
CONGRATULATIONS! on your amazing new raise. Also, I've been an advocate of locked doors from day one... and what kind of person puts duct tape on their cats paws? Seriously?!
Yes, lock the door. What's up with that craziness? "Well" well well. So what's your official "position title" now? Go respond to my latest entry on my blog with your answer, because I want you to look at the pictures of the cross-stitching I'm doing.
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