Some things that need to be said.
Seems that when things are going well in one area of my little existence, they go crazy elsewhere.
I changed my work schedule with intentions of fixing this though. I'll be out early enough to do the things that need to be done to keep my business on track.
I'll say this though... I'm not dealing with anyone's bullshit. No one is worth a bad image of my store, and the crap people have been pulling late at night outside is a bad reflection on me. Fuck that. Just so it's out here for everyone to see and to be spread like a bad rumor... anyone pulling obnoxious shit that's going to piss off the neighbors, or me is going to be asked to leave. If you won't leave, you will be escorted off the premises by a police officer. Not kidding. No exceptions. Tell all your friends. Emilie's not fucking around. I realize it's easy to take for granted the importance of The Q, but it isn't your family the business is meant to support. It's mine.
A lady bug just fell on my hand as I was typing. That's good luck or something right? It's tap dancing on my keyboard now. My life just got that much more awesome.
In other news... Matt's been the best kind of supportive I could have ever asked for. With all my cwayzies, I'm surprised he still wants to be around me.
There's my shmoop-doogles.
Oh, and today I was all nakie and looking at my tummy in the mirror (which I have never done before the whole baby thing) and noticed I have an "official" baby bump. Go me. I has baby.
*sigh* I hope Katie comes tomorrow night. I need girl-time. I'm going to suck up some air conditioner now.
~E.
I changed my work schedule with intentions of fixing this though. I'll be out early enough to do the things that need to be done to keep my business on track.
I'll say this though... I'm not dealing with anyone's bullshit. No one is worth a bad image of my store, and the crap people have been pulling late at night outside is a bad reflection on me. Fuck that. Just so it's out here for everyone to see and to be spread like a bad rumor... anyone pulling obnoxious shit that's going to piss off the neighbors, or me is going to be asked to leave. If you won't leave, you will be escorted off the premises by a police officer. Not kidding. No exceptions. Tell all your friends. Emilie's not fucking around. I realize it's easy to take for granted the importance of The Q, but it isn't your family the business is meant to support. It's mine.
A lady bug just fell on my hand as I was typing. That's good luck or something right? It's tap dancing on my keyboard now. My life just got that much more awesome.
In other news... Matt's been the best kind of supportive I could have ever asked for. With all my cwayzies, I'm surprised he still wants to be around me.
There's my shmoop-doogles.
Oh, and today I was all nakie and looking at my tummy in the mirror (which I have never done before the whole baby thing) and noticed I have an "official" baby bump. Go me. I has baby.
*sigh* I hope Katie comes tomorrow night. I need girl-time. I'm going to suck up some air conditioner now.
~E.