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G comes bouncing it to work (there is actually someone more obnoxious than I am first thing in the morning. Who knew?). He leans on the half door to the kitchen.
"Guess what I have?"
Herpes.
"Nope. Guess again."
A midget and a pony...which would be convenient, because I haven't bought Kent a Valentine's Day present yet.
It went on like this for several minutes (and escalated. You know, one of the great things about working in a bar is that the whole concept of NSFW is....kind of loose) before he presented me with a donut. He'd swung by Dunkin on his way in and brought me a pink frosted with sprinkles.
I'm training a noob, and he was rightfully confused. "I thought your husband works at Fresh Market."
Me: Yup. He does. G is my work boyfriend.
*G from behind the bar* I'm working on it! If I keep plying her with donuts, maybe she'll cave!
Me: I've been given a hall pass for you, ya know!
G: Sweet! You're off tomorrow, right? I'll swing by and we'll go out.. You can ride on the handlebars of a bike, right?
Poor noob is now really confused. I finally explained that I'm poly (well, retired poly? I have barely enough energy to make dinner, kiss the spousebeast, and remember to tie my shoes and put on pants when I leave the house. I couldn't handle another relationship right now) and G and I have worked together in various failed places for years. We flirt like mad, but that's it. But....
That's how I like my life. Complicated.
I also like donuts. I'm such a slut.
Yesterday was brutal. WHY WHY WHY would you schedule one person and a noob on a UNC/Duke home game?!?!? Jaysus. We put out 46 tickets in under an hour. I now officially hate ruben pitas and pretzels with beer cheese. And drunken brats. And cheese curds. And....hell, the whole menu. Gah!
I paid to take GoTriangle and got off at the Hillsborough stop and walked the rest of the way home. I wanted to be home that badly.
But now I have three days off. Yay!
I'm not thrilled with the cut in hours, but I figure I can ride it out. Bossman asked me how many hours I want, and I said 30-35. The next schedule should reflect that. So now I'll just enjoy the time off.
Oh, and I *did* find Valentines/anniversary gifts for Kent. We don't need to give each other things, but I really wanted to this year. Who knew that they make a Steelers apron and chef hat?
Yes, really. I also got him Bourdain's Les Halles cookbook. Maybe he can wear the gear and cook me something from the book? ;)
"Guess what I have?"
Herpes.
"Nope. Guess again."
A midget and a pony...which would be convenient, because I haven't bought Kent a Valentine's Day present yet.
It went on like this for several minutes (and escalated. You know, one of the great things about working in a bar is that the whole concept of NSFW is....kind of loose) before he presented me with a donut. He'd swung by Dunkin on his way in and brought me a pink frosted with sprinkles.
I'm training a noob, and he was rightfully confused. "I thought your husband works at Fresh Market."
Me: Yup. He does. G is my work boyfriend.
*G from behind the bar* I'm working on it! If I keep plying her with donuts, maybe she'll cave!
Me: I've been given a hall pass for you, ya know!
G: Sweet! You're off tomorrow, right? I'll swing by and we'll go out.. You can ride on the handlebars of a bike, right?
Poor noob is now really confused. I finally explained that I'm poly (well, retired poly? I have barely enough energy to make dinner, kiss the spousebeast, and remember to tie my shoes and put on pants when I leave the house. I couldn't handle another relationship right now) and G and I have worked together in various failed places for years. We flirt like mad, but that's it. But....
That's how I like my life. Complicated.
I also like donuts. I'm such a slut.
Yesterday was brutal. WHY WHY WHY would you schedule one person and a noob on a UNC/Duke home game?!?!? Jaysus. We put out 46 tickets in under an hour. I now officially hate ruben pitas and pretzels with beer cheese. And drunken brats. And cheese curds. And....hell, the whole menu. Gah!
I paid to take GoTriangle and got off at the Hillsborough stop and walked the rest of the way home. I wanted to be home that badly.
But now I have three days off. Yay!
I'm not thrilled with the cut in hours, but I figure I can ride it out. Bossman asked me how many hours I want, and I said 30-35. The next schedule should reflect that. So now I'll just enjoy the time off.
Oh, and I *did* find Valentines/anniversary gifts for Kent. We don't need to give each other things, but I really wanted to this year. Who knew that they make a Steelers apron and chef hat?
Yes, really. I also got him Bourdain's Les Halles cookbook. Maybe he can wear the gear and cook me something from the book? ;)