So Crazy Coworker is (allegedly) leaving Eclecstasy of her own accord.
Or so she says. We'll see. I think it might just be a big mindfuck to make me think things'll be okay and then BOOM! Just kidding! Haha.
Today she was at work making a big histrionic deal out of telling people how much she'd miss them and promising her uniform bits and pieces to various people when she was gone. Whatever.
Tomorrow is my first day on duty in my new capacity as a supervisory-type sub-middle-management occasional figure of (not much) authority. I'm kind of nervous about it, mostly because I want to do a good job and I'm being thrown in at the deep end, kind of (Sunday brunch is A BIG DEAL in the restaurant industry). We'll see how it goes. I talked to my boss about it and was like "are you punishing me for something by having me start on SUNDAY BRUNCH?" She was like "no not at all, I just think you'll be really good at it and can handle it! It's a compliment!" I said I was worried I'd fuck things up. "You're not going to fuck things up. It'll be fine! Seriously though, don't fuck things up." Good talk, boss!
I'd have a better feeling about tomorrow if I hadn't somehow apparently hurt my back today. I have no idea what I did, and kind of blame my shoes (my feet have been hurting a lot lately, too). I'd been hesitant to invest in new ones given the whole Crazy Coworker situation, but yesterday I went ahead and ordered a new pair, because the old ones in addition to being not-so-cushy-anymore are less leather and more eleventy-seven layers of polish on top of a pair of beat-down soles and I actually take pride in being one of the people Management points to as an example of what the uniform SHOULD look like. I even double-starch and iron my shirts.
I don't know what is going on with my blog, y'all. I went from writing about divorce and single parenting, to writing about teaching and a blended family, to poverty and organic gardening, and now it's turned into sporadic updates about Eclecstasy. I'm kind of struggling lately, to be honest. I drank my feelings for a little while, then woke up one morning spooning the Bumpus Hound and decided that was enough of that, and now I'm just kind of...I dunno. Going gray at an alarming rate, for one thing. Maybe it's just the January pre-birthday blahs? This almost feels like what passes for a calm before a storm around here, and March is just around the corner...
One the bright side, the chickens have started laying again (a little bit).
How are all of YOU?