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Day 4793 Woe
I got in to work today only to find that the manager had called in sick and I was running the store.
Surprise, surprise!
Part of today's work included doing payroll which I was hard pressed to do because it was a beautiful sunny Saturday and my own job was keeping me busy enough, never mind Ryan's job too. And then I get a call from two of the new guys telling me that they were going to be late because they had to find a ride. Okay, okay... so I finally get to stop long enough to do payroll and a police officer (who is also a regular customer) comes into the office and says he's taking one of the new boys (who just got there after being over an hour late) away because he has outstanding warrants. Another surprise. I did have the presence of mind to ask him to remove his uniform shirt before they stuffed him in the squad car.
The day finally limps it's way to a close and I go home. This is not rest... Emily has been good except for rolling in the dirt so she goes in the bathtub immediately. Liz doesn't even let me put down my things before she tells me that she has good news and bad news. The day being what it has been, I ask for the bad news first. So she tells me that she has thrown away my cigarettes... I'm going to quit smoking.
Now, understand, I want to quit... but not on command (that just rubs me wrong) and when I decide to. I don't like being ordered to do anything... so then she tells me that she won't tell me the good news. (Okay, I did react badly... I growled at her. I did NOT jump up and down or scream... and that was the last pack I had in the house. Under the circumstances, I thought I was almost calm.) Then I find out that she doesn't want me to quit because she cares one damn thing about me... but simply because she has cleaned the house and doesn't want it to smell like smoke any more.
So I get Emily in bed (and Liz swears at her for complimenting her on making dinner) and I go take a shower. When I'm clean, I come back and, trying to get off on a better foot, ask her if she would like a quilt. Oh no... it would smell like smoke. (which is nicer than the way she said it.)
When I got home today, all I wanted was loving and petting... both giving and getting... and that's just what I'm not going to get.
Bother.
Surprise, surprise!
Part of today's work included doing payroll which I was hard pressed to do because it was a beautiful sunny Saturday and my own job was keeping me busy enough, never mind Ryan's job too. And then I get a call from two of the new guys telling me that they were going to be late because they had to find a ride. Okay, okay... so I finally get to stop long enough to do payroll and a police officer (who is also a regular customer) comes into the office and says he's taking one of the new boys (who just got there after being over an hour late) away because he has outstanding warrants. Another surprise. I did have the presence of mind to ask him to remove his uniform shirt before they stuffed him in the squad car.
The day finally limps it's way to a close and I go home. This is not rest... Emily has been good except for rolling in the dirt so she goes in the bathtub immediately. Liz doesn't even let me put down my things before she tells me that she has good news and bad news. The day being what it has been, I ask for the bad news first. So she tells me that she has thrown away my cigarettes... I'm going to quit smoking.
Now, understand, I want to quit... but not on command (that just rubs me wrong) and when I decide to. I don't like being ordered to do anything... so then she tells me that she won't tell me the good news. (Okay, I did react badly... I growled at her. I did NOT jump up and down or scream... and that was the last pack I had in the house. Under the circumstances, I thought I was almost calm.) Then I find out that she doesn't want me to quit because she cares one damn thing about me... but simply because she has cleaned the house and doesn't want it to smell like smoke any more.
So I get Emily in bed (and Liz swears at her for complimenting her on making dinner) and I go take a shower. When I'm clean, I come back and, trying to get off on a better foot, ask her if she would like a quilt. Oh no... it would smell like smoke. (which is nicer than the way she said it.)
When I got home today, all I wanted was loving and petting... both giving and getting... and that's just what I'm not going to get.
Bother.