It is NOT as if time was crawling when I was unemployed, but now it’s going so fast I’m feeling like every second is a blur of paper.
I am making stupid mistakes and good catches at work. I hope it averages out to continued employment. You just don’t get a team like this every day… everybody is so civilized and hardworking (compared to me). I could whine about the variability of it, but that’s what food is like. Prices go up and down in the cycle of the seasons and nothing stays the same.
One of my fave coworkers is off in her homeland visiting rellies. I miss her because she is one of the most intelligent and yet sunny tempered individuals I have recently met. (I keep wanting to introduce her to my son, which would be grossly inappropriate in so many ways). I miss her because the most administrative portion of her job fell to me in her absence and it’s fussy and important. So, nervous.
I am going to work on crochet and forgiveness this weekend; along with some stuff I should have attended to ages ago. Although I am tired all the time, certain kinds of energy I didn’t have last fall have come back into my life.
I am having better communication with people I am intimate with, and that makes me calmer. I don’t feel like everybody should be able to read my mind any more. I know I can be a sore trial as a friend sometimes, when I’m not expansive and entertaining.
Jeff loaned me the vehicle yesterday. I got home much faster than usual and it made a big difference to my mood all day. I am very grateful, especially since it did inconvenience him.
Keith is apparently hiking off to Edmonton in mid May. I will miss him, but he’s at the point in his life when he’s going to take off and adventure, and that’s good.
I learned from Katie that the baby will take her last name. That was a calming bit of news. I had lunch with her on Sunday as I was checking out. It was a blessing to see her. She’s still not showing; yet the ultrasound shows what looks to be a very robust looking kiddo.
Rob W phoned last night and we talked writing. I don’t know what makes me an expert, except that I do more of it. Volume is not necessarily a good aspect of production – think farts and you’ll know what I mean. And yet it is by writing crap that we open the channels to the good stuff.
Well, off to find clothes and bus tickets and get out the door. Boss lady is back today and much activity is in store.
Cuppa Joe serves the best hot chocolate in the city. Srsly.
