30 Days of Happiness, Day 29.147b
-- Talked to my manager at work today. He's fairly certain (he said, "Yeah, we can do that") that I can take the time off I'd need to for DPW *and* be able to keep my job. We're not busy at all when school is not in session, you see, and for the bulk of DPW, school is out, which means they'd need to cut baristas and shifts for that time anyway. In other words, it would kind of help them out if I'd leave and just come back when they need me again. I never dreamed I'd be doing a third stint on the crew. But now that doesn't seem so far-fetched. Like, woah, dude.
-- Sent my email tossing my name in the DPW Again Please hat. Hope to hear back in the affirmative. Trying to remind myself that there's always a possibility that they'll be cutting crew, etc. Must not to get hopes up.
-- Pink Palace and Re-New Year's antics. Remembering why I like my now self better than I liked my before self. The future is full of stars.
-- A long distance thank you.
-- My mom is a very silly panda.
-- I am a very silly half panda who is hungry like the wolf.
-- Sitting down outside of a planning meeting to work on this rock opera business. And sitting down to work not because I felt obligated, but because I /wanted/ to. I suspect I will find this development helpful.
-- Conversations about soul-containing thumbs, vegetarians, zombies, apocalypses of various sorts, time travel, etc.
-- Sublimely awesome open, honest conversations about so many things with my not my boyfriend and the increasing occurrence of these conversations. I find I am happier and happier with the progress of this non-relationship relationship each day. *squee!*
-- Remembering a thing just in time!
-- Being unafraid to say things when I think I need to say them. Or at least when I want to say them. I'm getting better about this. I like that about myself.
-- Realizing that my deaf regular at the cafe is bringing more friends in to see me because I can talk to them a little. I hope I'm creating a way more pleasant experience for them. Coffee breaks are *supposed* to be relaxing. If you're a regular, your barista should know your name (or at least your drink) and you should be able to have a brief chat. I like making that happen for a crew who might not get that all the time. And I add that to...
-- Random visit from a deaf homeless person at the cafe today. Happy conversation ensues. He calls my co-worker "elephant" because of his winged hair (I tease him for looking like Farrah Fawcett all the time). We learn each other's names and exhaust the little bit of sign language I know. When he leaves, my co-worker tells me that he's never had a pleasant experience with the guy, and that he usually comes in and panhandles and "yells" (I assume this translates to "gestures wildly") when baristas try and get him to leave. Today, we exchange $2 in coins for two dollar bills. He tips us 10 cents. The entirety of the exchange is happy and easy. My co-worker is astonished. Which leads me to...
-- Think I may be making the right decision as I consider becoming an ASL interpreter. I'm liking ASL more and more as I learn more of it, I love communication of all sorts, and I'm extra super loving the idea of helping improve communication for anyone who is hearing impaired.
(As an aside, I am surprised to find that there is no universal sign for latte that anyone around me seems to know. There's a sign for coffee, but everyone has to finger spell latte.)
-- Sent my email tossing my name in the DPW Again Please hat. Hope to hear back in the affirmative. Trying to remind myself that there's always a possibility that they'll be cutting crew, etc. Must not to get hopes up.
-- Pink Palace and Re-New Year's antics. Remembering why I like my now self better than I liked my before self. The future is full of stars.
-- A long distance thank you.
-- My mom is a very silly panda.
-- I am a very silly half panda who is hungry like the wolf.
-- Sitting down outside of a planning meeting to work on this rock opera business. And sitting down to work not because I felt obligated, but because I /wanted/ to. I suspect I will find this development helpful.
-- Conversations about soul-containing thumbs, vegetarians, zombies, apocalypses of various sorts, time travel, etc.
-- Sublimely awesome open, honest conversations about so many things with my not my boyfriend and the increasing occurrence of these conversations. I find I am happier and happier with the progress of this non-relationship relationship each day. *squee!*
-- Remembering a thing just in time!
-- Being unafraid to say things when I think I need to say them. Or at least when I want to say them. I'm getting better about this. I like that about myself.
-- Realizing that my deaf regular at the cafe is bringing more friends in to see me because I can talk to them a little. I hope I'm creating a way more pleasant experience for them. Coffee breaks are *supposed* to be relaxing. If you're a regular, your barista should know your name (or at least your drink) and you should be able to have a brief chat. I like making that happen for a crew who might not get that all the time. And I add that to...
-- Random visit from a deaf homeless person at the cafe today. Happy conversation ensues. He calls my co-worker "elephant" because of his winged hair (I tease him for looking like Farrah Fawcett all the time). We learn each other's names and exhaust the little bit of sign language I know. When he leaves, my co-worker tells me that he's never had a pleasant experience with the guy, and that he usually comes in and panhandles and "yells" (I assume this translates to "gestures wildly") when baristas try and get him to leave. Today, we exchange $2 in coins for two dollar bills. He tips us 10 cents. The entirety of the exchange is happy and easy. My co-worker is astonished. Which leads me to...
-- Think I may be making the right decision as I consider becoming an ASL interpreter. I'm liking ASL more and more as I learn more of it, I love communication of all sorts, and I'm extra super loving the idea of helping improve communication for anyone who is hearing impaired.
(As an aside, I am surprised to find that there is no universal sign for latte that anyone around me seems to know. There's a sign for coffee, but everyone has to finger spell latte.)