Customer comment of the day:
"It's colder'n a pickle out there! Heck, it's colder'n 2 pickles!
me- "yeah, a FROZEN pickle, wouldn't that be a picklesickle?"
love my job
Sadly again, I had a crappy day.
It hovered around 4 degrees this morning, snowed lightly most of the day and heater at work is not keeping up. It kept falling to around the low 60's and had to be shut off and restarted a few times. I am trying so hard to be positive but the insurance company doesn't want to cover a new unit so it is looking like we are going to have foot the entire $20,000 bill. The water heater is also mostly terminal.
Oh, the money pit.
Honestly though, I am really starting to love talking to people (hush Mel- I mean talk to strangers, I have no trouble talking to friends and family) and am finding that I really care about things I never cared about, like people
I detest January though.
My face has broken out terribly, due to stress and the dry weather (thank God for some amazing concealer, or spackle as I call it these days), my house is just this side of chaos and I am sick of the snow and cold and wind.
Today I worked until 6 or so working on the new menu and gave up waiting for our logo person to stop by.
Tomorrow we have a meeting at 10am with the menu guy (we totally use technical terms here) and later, the coffee guy to try hundreds of coffees (sounds shaky- ha!) and the big one starts his job (amen) and our general manager has an eye appt. to see if her cataracts are bad and how long she will need to be off work, and we need to fine tune the name and logo and I have got to get some groceries and go to Sam's and Target at some point.
I wanted to come home today and cry, I was so frustrated. The big one was sitting on the computer, he had colored his hair very blond, dishes all around him, full dishwasher with clean dishes, laundry waiting for me, and dogs who needed to go out and get their wiggles out. I walked past the half bath and saw hair color mess all over along with shampoo, conditioner, pomade a hair dryer and a towel wadded up on the sink.
I went straight upstairs, put on yoga pants, a comfy shirt and went back down to sit by the fire with my new Real Simple amgazine. Little one was watching the Office (again) and when I sat down, he changed the Netflix to Ghost Adventures without a word spoken (I love that kid) and picked up is iPod Touch to play a game. I watched a few episodes before falling into a coma in that warm, cozy room (I think I was sleeping on 62 ties that the big one had laid out to see what ensemble he was wearing to work tomorrow)
Now it is midnight and I forgot to eat dinner and I am dying for a cold Dr.Pepper and I am so glad I didn't cry after all.
Tomorrow will be a better day.
ps, I did make the big one clean all his messes up after my nap and I love that kid too but he is really pushing his luck with me.
pps, apparently my misery is entertaining because I gained 4 followers in a weeks time, which leads me to say: misery loves company- ha!