that was fun!

so, i've not made lots of little mistakes. i tend to make gigantor mistakes. :D

like forgetting to close down the computer for our business day on friday night. oops. my bad.

and when i first learned how to write up the deposits, i had the girl training me so befuddled, she didn't know how to fix it. fortunately, all this teaching math to my kid paid off, it was a simple algebra problem with one missing variable. i worked it backwards and found the variable. voila. my co-worker was impressed. and said,

at least i know how to do that if that ever happens again.

today i did it all by myself and didn't even flub it (well, just a little tiny flub), but nothing horribly terribly no good very bad wrong. just a bitsy mistake that was easily remedied.

and i leave the place bangin'. my young shift co-worker arrives 45 minutes late, and there are no dishes, there is no crisis, the place is the bomb. and she has the nerve to tell me i didn't make chocolate syrup. so i said,

so make it.

i mean damn. what is a girl to do. i guess i should have stayed so she didn't have to do any work, yes?

i was already 45 minutes over my time with her late arrival. and i'm wiped. maybe i shouldn't have stayed the extra, but i thought it better in the absence of direction to the contrary to make sure the shift was covered.

what if she didn't turn up? who would close the store? not that i want to, mind you, but i would have made sure someone was there to do it before i left.

anywhoo, enough about that.

i work with this nice guy, a future paleontologist. i have a soft spot for giant reptiles that devour things (even plants), and so, we have stuff to talk about. he finally finds out i'm a poet today, and says,

what do you write?

confessional.

and i look at him.

those are the most interesting poets.

(which i found profoundly amusing, because the whole time i'm thinking, god what a cliche).

what kinds of things do you confess?

depends on what kind of mood i'm in.

and fortunately, a customer enters and i'm saved from divulging too much info. (funny how irl i'm weird that way). but in the context of a poem, anything goes.

anywhoo, when he arrived this morning, almost late, i said,

you look tired.

because seriously, this guy is a college student, and he looked like he did an all nighter. he may have, i didn't get a straight line out of him.

but i understand because this early shift has me lying awake all night counting down the hours until i'm up.

i do my best math in the middle of the night when i'm half asleep. why is that? i can wake up at 3:28 and know i have exactly 32 minutes more to sleep, when i get stumped if someone gives me a twenty and i'm wide awake?

i don't know.

but at 3am, the last time i remembered looking at the clock (the drawback of having a clock is i always look at it. i guess i should turn the face away so i stop being compulsive about it, lying there counting down the minutes i have left--kind of a reverse counting of the sheep. it's like i'm trying to shove the grains back in the hourglass but backward--then, if i oversleep, turned away clock will still sqwak. squak? sqwauk? why can't i spell that damn word).

anyway, i slept the best hour of my life from 3-4 this morning. i don't know why, i don't know how. but i was jolted out of sleep at 4am thanks to my pink alarm clock.

now, i never use an alarm clock, because i set my internal clock. but somehow, my internal clock is on the fritz or something, because i never would have gotten up this morning. though, if i hadn't been up all night looking at the pink external clock, maybe i would have gotten up. this is truly the chicken and the egg all over again.

so me and the paleontologist are working (that's a long word, i'll regret dubbing him that in the near future). and he says,

you must spell really good.

i said,

i spell better now that i don't use spell check.
but i also spell worse. funny how that works.

yeah,

he said.

turns out, we are both bird lovers. he has a blue crowned amazon. and i told him the story of my beloved blue crowned amazon. and how i let four parakeets fly around my apartment like i'm a crazy bird lady.

but whatever. the other night, i got home around midnight and the birds were still out. they weren't up to any evil. and they don't see well late at night, i could have caught them, but i thought it might be too traumatic for them, and i wasn't up for the chase. so i left them out.

i hardly let them out anymore. it's something i have to really want to do because they shit everywhere, and i have to clean it up. that's the facts. very few birds are housetrained.

anyway, i apologized to the paleo for sending him home early last week. he'd taught me alot, working with me for my first opening. and i had to go send his ass home early.

he said,

don't apologize.

but you see, he is not whom i would ever send home early. he actually works, and works hard. needs very little supervision. in fact, sometimes, it feels like he's supervising me.

today he unpacked and repacked all the coffee i scooped (only three pounds) because sista don't know how to ax for help, and just did it her way.

well, her way ain't the right way. i'm glad he redid it. i won't forget it next time.

then he said to me,

just don't keep making the same mistakes

(when i told him i forgot to close the store friday night).

which i found obviously profound.

as he left today, he said,

that was fun.

with a big smile on his face.

i was glad he had fun. that we had more time to talk than the last two times we'd worked together. there is just so much shit for me to remember, and i did a major mind dump yesterday by typing out lists of things i need to remember to do. now i don't have to keep it all on the grey. i can let it go and get on with my life.

i've rambled on long enough. work is good. it's real good.

i'm tired though. time to veg. belly dancing get together tomorrow night and i finally get to swim again, my tat is back to normal (or has become normal), and it took three weeks. fortunately, my girl only missed one swim excursion in the process.

peace out.