Ok. Today was a good day.
Corporate came down for a full store inspection at The Job. Didn't effect me much because, well let's be honest, I don't give a shit about my job.
BUT two exciting things did happen:
1.) The Barista is back! About freakin' time.
2.) My Tall Glass of Water wants to hang out.
I wont worry about the fact that the two exciting parts of the day are both boy related until I'm in a more feminist mood. One must remember that the most mental activity I get daily involves retail, aka: how to bullshit my way out of this one. What can I say, I love to think about the boys.
Tall Glass of Water (once called that by an elderly customer.. anyone know what that means?) is in fact tall. And skinny. Just like I like 'em. He is an awkward, gangly, carrot top whose gums are longer than his teeth. But what do I care? He has fascinated me (not in a creepy, stalker way) since my first day at The Job. I don't quite know where this is going, or whether I'm down for the ride, but I do know that he makes me laugh.
And he asked me out today :)
The Barista was also happy to see me and kept smiling at me. Some days are just better for the self-esteem than others. I can't wait to see where all this leads.
In other news: Mama Bear has left the den. She is off in Denver being important and I miss her. Papa Bear and I are doing ok on our own, but the puppies sure miss her. Gus seems to think that I am his personal popsicle and I do NOT approve. I am proud of her. I hear her in my head daily (any job big or small, do it right or not at all) and I hope to someday become half the woman she is. Just half.
Dance is going ok. I'm already irritating myself with the unreasonable assumptions that I should already have all my moves back. Oh but I love trying.
My dad said the nicest thing to me today. He said that if I ever wanted to open my own studio and be a professional dance teacher that I could go to him for finances. When I pointed out that he doesn't have that kind of money he said, "We would make it work."
I have the best parents in the world. They want the world for us girls, and they mean it. I am often in awe of my incredible blessings.
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