Work wasn't so great today. Nothing big happened to stress me out, but I think it was several small things. Perhaps it also had something to do with the fact that I hadn't eaten (unless you count caffeine as a food), since I just ate some leftover pizza and already feel better. I hate having to be anal about keeping rules that I thing are silly. (For example, we're not allowed to give people regular cups if all they want is water...and customers don't understand the reasoning behind that so they just get mad at us since we won't give them what they want. I'd just as soon give them a regular cup if they ask -- most people don't even ask. But I can't be inconsistent. Ugh.)
Brittany came in to work today. I was on break so I sat down and talked to her for a couple of minutes. She has such a basketball-belly. I almost forget that she's pregnant until I see her. (She's really cute.) Seeing her elicits such mixed feelings in me, which drives me crazy. On one hand, I'm happy for her and Austin, of course. On the other hand though, it just reminds me of Sarah and how she's in Kentucky, not here. I still get weepy about it very occasionally. I haven't been hanging out with Brittany lately (actually, not even once since she found out that she was pregnant -- and we were going out several times a week before that)...is there a subtle reluctance on both sides? I wonder if she feels slightly uncomfortable around me. Hm.
I think we might hang out tomorrow, though. Which is good.
I also think I'm going to take a promotion at work. There are a lot of reasons that I want to; the only reasons I'm reluctant are that it's a bit more responsibility, and that I have to make a verbal one-year commitment to that position. I'm okay with that, really...it just goes against my tendency to not ever commit to anything. I'll probably have decided by tomorrow ....
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A job promotion! That's so super. It does suck that you have more responsibility, but that's why people get paid more. Like Doctors get more money because they're responsible for people's lives! So, basically it's like you're becoming a doctor. Call me sometime because I feel rejected when I call you and you don't answer. I know what's happening on your side. You pick up your phone, think to yourself "Ugh, It's Katie. I so don't feel like talking!", and then you hit reject.
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