Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Comedy, mystery, irony, tragedy
I should probably be going to bed right now, and not starting an entry, but I'm waiting for Kat to get off the phone and call me back, so I'll kill a bit more time before I actually head to bed, in hopes that we might get to chat for a few minutes tonight, anyways. Google Talk is a fantastic thing. I'm always left feeling like we haven't talked for nearly long enough, but I think I'd feel that way regardless of how often or long we talked, and this is far superior to the alternative. Case in point: With the alternative (people's long distance plans, or lack thereof), I've talked to very few people since I got here, besides Kat (GT), Jen (GT), my parents (obligated), Grandma (free on my cell), and Becky (needed updates on the store!). All those other people? Not so much. Sometimes I can't believe that people still don't have that crazy-cool Sprint long distance plan, that covers Canada and the US for $20 a month.Anyways, now that I'm finished plugging every cheap communication tool on the market, maybe I should write about, oh, I don't know, my own life? Exciting as it is?
I've officially worked a week at B&N, and I'm still amazed at how fast my feet are not used to being stood on for so long. Even after 2 years of doing it full-time, all it took were 3 weeks of not working a job where I was on them all the time, and my feet are complaining like this is my first job, and I've done nothing but pamper them with pedicures and those foot-relaxing-whirlpool-spa thingys all my life. Totally not true, but to listen to them, that's exactly what they'd have you believe.
I'm finding a bit of a niche there, or at least, I'm starting to figure out how things work. I can busy myself with more than just wiping the counter now. I know more of the jobs and what needs to be done at any given time, which, to me, is more of an indication of a good job than just knowing the recipes. Anyone can learn how to do the drinks; it takes observation and self-starting-ness (but not good grammar, apparently) to actually be useful. I'm still not at inventory or orders yet (tee--far from it!), which is the true acid test of any store. When you know the place well enough to place and receive the orders, and when you can do inventory, then you may as well be running the place. That's what I hear, anyways.
Lourenzo and everything related to that part of life is good. I'm starting to feel more and more like a parent of sorts every day, but in other ways, not really. I know that there's a point where my responsibility ends, and yet, when I'm with him, my responsibility is to be as much like his mother as possible. It's a weird combination, because motherhood is the completely not a "time off" job, and yet I get this mix of mom-hood and my-own-time that makes me feel simultaneously connected to other moms, and yet guilty (in a very strange sort of way) that I can walk away from it at the end of the day/week, and that's not a part of the "mom job description."
Ah well... Appreciate everything I've got here, right? :o) The time off and the chance to be a bit of a mom for a while.
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Some of us are too poor, even for Sprint... :)
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