TPizzle

i'm weird, what can i say, but i've fallen in with a crowd of similarly weird people. which is nice.

what we do and how we do it is not the point. my boss was lamenting that we're last in the district for such and such, and i was glad we were excelling at something. (perhaps not what he wanted to hear, but the girls all laughed). it's funny to think about, the things that make corporate america happy. peddling instant oatmeal is what will make the higher ups in my company happy at the moment.

whatever.

anyway, i had to go in waaaay early today. took the kid to the husband on the way in to work, and got lost. i ended up driving like a madwoman to get her there, and to work on time. i called her later that evening because i was such a witch, and said,

i'm sorry. i hope someday you'll forgive me. maybe when you're thirty and in therapy.

she said,

i forgive you now mom. you're weird.

and we laughed.

she's kind. she's always been kind. i'm passionate, shall we say. i hate getting lost and the roads are no kinder to me now than they were when i moved here, they just look more familiar as i'm lost in the middle of winding mountainous (or at least hillatious), new jersey. the state of all right turns. what's that about?

i don't know.

but i finally have a day off tomorrow, and my boss gave me a three day weekend, three days before i asked for four days off (he's not the sharpest knife in the drawer when it comes to scheduling). soooo, he scheduled me twenty hours in three days, which is about average, i think. and whatever, i'll work it. he said,

how many days are you going to request off?

as many as i can get!

i hollered back. and added,

i requested those four days, the first three days were on you.

and he said,

i know.

but i've got a lot coming up this semester, poetry intensive. poetry reading at the library. lots of stuff.

it's all good, but i gots to get it off.

the new people are showing up and my boss is training this new girl, he says to her,

we're going to play the dice game, it's fun.

and i walk by just at that moment and say,

no it's not.

and keep walking.

he practically busts out laughing and follows me to the back room where he is all red, and i said,

in comedy timing is everything. you know that.

but the girl who was getting trained, perhaps enjoyed our antics. we have a good time, we have to. though when he finally leaves, it gets down to scrubbing and cleaning and shucking instant oatmeal. (actually, i ignore the oatmeal completely. no time to peddle instant oatmeal). whatever.

finally a day off tomorrow, hopefully i'll be better rested as i'm home an hour earlier, but i'm not tired. we have to find a new diner tomorrow, we've already picked one out. and then, to the farm. i hope to not be exhausted the entire time.

peace. out.