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SO glad it's Saturday! Not that I don't like my job for the most part. I do. I'm just always happy when Friday night at 9pm rolls around.
Supposed to have lunch with LoriAnne, Jim and his girlfriend, possibly Thad and his girlfriend, maybe Bernie, and possibly Charlie next weekend. Not really sure who the hell is, or isn't going at this point. If Jim doesn't come to work at least once this week (which I doubt he will!), I guess we'll have to assume he won't be there, especially since LoriAnne and I don't have his phone number, and vice versa. Thad has been on again-off again about whether or not he will go. Then again, there's no surprise there. Bernie really just has to see how he's feeling, and I think Charlie thought I was kidding when I invited him to come. Lorianne and I adore Charlie though, so we'd both love to have him come along. I guess we'll know who will be there when whoever shows up next Saturday.
Last night, for the first time ever I think, I got pulled over by an awesome cop. Not that getting pulled over was cool, mind you. I really thought I was going to get a ticket, though for what, even I couldn't figure out. I thought maybe it was because I was driving while on my cellphone. I'm not sure whether that's legal in VT or not. Anyway, he wandered over to my window and asked me if I knew why he pulled me over. I guess the baffled look on my face gave him his answer. He proceded to tell me that I had been swerving a bit, and I thought "Oh geez here we go! Sobriety test!". Not that I wouldn't have passed it, seeing as how I had just gotten off of work, and seeing as how I don't drink anyway, but it still would've been a massive pain in the ass. Turns out he just wanted to check on me to make sure I was okay, and wasn't feeling sick or in pain or anything. I explained to him that I had just left work, he asked me where I work, and I told him. Then, he just smiled and nodded, and said "Okay. I just wanted to make sure you were okay! Have a good night, miss!". Oh thankyouthankyouthankyou for being such a nice cop! What was even more weird was that when he turned his lights on behind me, I didn't immediately have a panic attack. I didn't have one at all. I suppose it could've been because I was on the phone when he turned his lights on, but even so. Maybe I'm finally starting to work through my phobia of cops. That would be nice! Honestly, I had no idea I was swerving. I didn't feel like I was. My eyes were pretty tired (which is bound to happen when one stares at a computer screen for 8 hours a day!), but I could still focus. It was definitely a great way to end the week!
I wish I could've gone home for mother's day, but between paying the rent this past weekend, and having to get groceries, I was left with very little. Definitely not enough to make it there and back with! I've been trying to find my mother an e-card with a german shepherd on it, but they seem for some reason to be few and far between. Irritatingly. I'll find one though! I'm determined!
Hopefully, I'll have a computer next weekend. At the last minute, Sal realized that he had to put a modem in dad's new system, so what was almost a trip up here this weekend had to be postponed. Honestly though, I think I can manage another week. I haven't been online on my own computer since I lived in NC. That poor old thing is just on its last leg, I think. As well it should be. It's 10 years old. It was also determined by the postmaster that that email that was supposedly from UPS was fraudulent. No idea whether or not they're going to try and find the guy, but it's not my problem. He should've considered that before he tried to pose as a government institution, and fraudelently signed their signature to something. Talk about an oops of major proportions!
The last few hours of work last night were.. unusual. Rebecca was abnormally talkative and friendly. She was asking me about child-care, and what being a nanny is like. She seemed genuinely interested. She, and LoriAnne and I, being the only three there from 6-9, were just shooting the shit like we were all old buddies. It was like invasion of the body snatchers. I think that that is the most Rebecca has ever said to me in the 3 months I've been working there. Not that this was a bad thing. When she chooses to be friendly, she can be pretty cool. She should do it more often. We have our quarterly meeting on Wednesday afternoon. They cater the event, and then we have someone come from somewhere and speak to us about some charity or organization that wants our money. It should be interesting. It's also 'spirit week' at work this coming week. Uhh-- welcome back to highschool. Monday is inside out day, where people who participate wear their clothes inside out. Tuesday is weird hat/hair day. Wednesday is sports jersey/hat day, Thursday is color day, and Friday is Hawaiian/tropical day. Eh. I think I'll pass on all that. I don't own a sports jersey or hat, I don't feel inclined to turn my clothes inside out, nor do anything funky to my hair, our department color is blue, so that I can do easily enough, and I don't own any goofy, brightly-colored, ugly hawaiian clothes. Should be an interesting week, to say the least.
Two more weeks, and I'll be back in NH again. Can't get here soon, or fast enough, as far as I'm concerned. I'm out of work at 5pm on the 26th, heading straight to Plaistow from there, and then I don't come back until the 30th! Wooo! The only sucky part of it is that I can't afford to go get Laur and bring her with me this time. If there were a way I could afford a bus ticket, I might consider that, though I would of course consider whether or not that was something that SHE wanted to do, given that she'd be the one forced to be on a bus for 8 or 9 hours. Maybe I'll talk to her about it tomorrow, though I don't get paid again until next week, so I suspect the price of a bus ticket will be more expensive without the two weeks advanced purchase. We'll see, I guess. Either way, I am determined that the two of us will go back again together in the next couple of months. I know she really wants to go back again, and I always love having her with me. We always have a blast with Wombat together, and the 4 hours up and back gives us a chance to really talk, catch up, etc... not that we can't, or haven't spent 4 hours on the phone, but that's beside the point :-D
Here's to hoping that the weekend doesn't fly by TOO quickly! At least I can't say I HATE my job, like I eventually did at the Rutland child care center. Dreaded going to work towards the end. Don't dread it now. It's nice that way. The kids at the daycare now hang all over me when I'm there, which is also nice, but it's even nicer because I'm not there for 4, 5, or 6 hours in a stretch. I can tolerate an hour much more easily.
And I re-iterate.. yaaay for Saturday!
Supposed to have lunch with LoriAnne, Jim and his girlfriend, possibly Thad and his girlfriend, maybe Bernie, and possibly Charlie next weekend. Not really sure who the hell is, or isn't going at this point. If Jim doesn't come to work at least once this week (which I doubt he will!), I guess we'll have to assume he won't be there, especially since LoriAnne and I don't have his phone number, and vice versa. Thad has been on again-off again about whether or not he will go. Then again, there's no surprise there. Bernie really just has to see how he's feeling, and I think Charlie thought I was kidding when I invited him to come. Lorianne and I adore Charlie though, so we'd both love to have him come along. I guess we'll know who will be there when whoever shows up next Saturday.
Last night, for the first time ever I think, I got pulled over by an awesome cop. Not that getting pulled over was cool, mind you. I really thought I was going to get a ticket, though for what, even I couldn't figure out. I thought maybe it was because I was driving while on my cellphone. I'm not sure whether that's legal in VT or not. Anyway, he wandered over to my window and asked me if I knew why he pulled me over. I guess the baffled look on my face gave him his answer. He proceded to tell me that I had been swerving a bit, and I thought "Oh geez here we go! Sobriety test!". Not that I wouldn't have passed it, seeing as how I had just gotten off of work, and seeing as how I don't drink anyway, but it still would've been a massive pain in the ass. Turns out he just wanted to check on me to make sure I was okay, and wasn't feeling sick or in pain or anything. I explained to him that I had just left work, he asked me where I work, and I told him. Then, he just smiled and nodded, and said "Okay. I just wanted to make sure you were okay! Have a good night, miss!". Oh thankyouthankyouthankyou for being such a nice cop! What was even more weird was that when he turned his lights on behind me, I didn't immediately have a panic attack. I didn't have one at all. I suppose it could've been because I was on the phone when he turned his lights on, but even so. Maybe I'm finally starting to work through my phobia of cops. That would be nice! Honestly, I had no idea I was swerving. I didn't feel like I was. My eyes were pretty tired (which is bound to happen when one stares at a computer screen for 8 hours a day!), but I could still focus. It was definitely a great way to end the week!
I wish I could've gone home for mother's day, but between paying the rent this past weekend, and having to get groceries, I was left with very little. Definitely not enough to make it there and back with! I've been trying to find my mother an e-card with a german shepherd on it, but they seem for some reason to be few and far between. Irritatingly. I'll find one though! I'm determined!
Hopefully, I'll have a computer next weekend. At the last minute, Sal realized that he had to put a modem in dad's new system, so what was almost a trip up here this weekend had to be postponed. Honestly though, I think I can manage another week. I haven't been online on my own computer since I lived in NC. That poor old thing is just on its last leg, I think. As well it should be. It's 10 years old. It was also determined by the postmaster that that email that was supposedly from UPS was fraudulent. No idea whether or not they're going to try and find the guy, but it's not my problem. He should've considered that before he tried to pose as a government institution, and fraudelently signed their signature to something. Talk about an oops of major proportions!
The last few hours of work last night were.. unusual. Rebecca was abnormally talkative and friendly. She was asking me about child-care, and what being a nanny is like. She seemed genuinely interested. She, and LoriAnne and I, being the only three there from 6-9, were just shooting the shit like we were all old buddies. It was like invasion of the body snatchers. I think that that is the most Rebecca has ever said to me in the 3 months I've been working there. Not that this was a bad thing. When she chooses to be friendly, she can be pretty cool. She should do it more often. We have our quarterly meeting on Wednesday afternoon. They cater the event, and then we have someone come from somewhere and speak to us about some charity or organization that wants our money. It should be interesting. It's also 'spirit week' at work this coming week. Uhh-- welcome back to highschool. Monday is inside out day, where people who participate wear their clothes inside out. Tuesday is weird hat/hair day. Wednesday is sports jersey/hat day, Thursday is color day, and Friday is Hawaiian/tropical day. Eh. I think I'll pass on all that. I don't own a sports jersey or hat, I don't feel inclined to turn my clothes inside out, nor do anything funky to my hair, our department color is blue, so that I can do easily enough, and I don't own any goofy, brightly-colored, ugly hawaiian clothes. Should be an interesting week, to say the least.
Two more weeks, and I'll be back in NH again. Can't get here soon, or fast enough, as far as I'm concerned. I'm out of work at 5pm on the 26th, heading straight to Plaistow from there, and then I don't come back until the 30th! Wooo! The only sucky part of it is that I can't afford to go get Laur and bring her with me this time. If there were a way I could afford a bus ticket, I might consider that, though I would of course consider whether or not that was something that SHE wanted to do, given that she'd be the one forced to be on a bus for 8 or 9 hours. Maybe I'll talk to her about it tomorrow, though I don't get paid again until next week, so I suspect the price of a bus ticket will be more expensive without the two weeks advanced purchase. We'll see, I guess. Either way, I am determined that the two of us will go back again together in the next couple of months. I know she really wants to go back again, and I always love having her with me. We always have a blast with Wombat together, and the 4 hours up and back gives us a chance to really talk, catch up, etc... not that we can't, or haven't spent 4 hours on the phone, but that's beside the point :-D
Here's to hoping that the weekend doesn't fly by TOO quickly! At least I can't say I HATE my job, like I eventually did at the Rutland child care center. Dreaded going to work towards the end. Don't dread it now. It's nice that way. The kids at the daycare now hang all over me when I'm there, which is also nice, but it's even nicer because I'm not there for 4, 5, or 6 hours in a stretch. I can tolerate an hour much more easily.
And I re-iterate.. yaaay for Saturday!