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I keep starting my posts by writing that the past week has been unusually strange.....but honestly, this one caps them all! Silent showed up at the store last week and said she wanted to talk to me because she has somehow learned that Loud and I aren't getting along....which is putting it mildly. I started off by being a bit vague but soon enough I laid it all out on the table - the inappropriate remarks he has made (to me as well as to customers), the fact that I'm doing all of the ordering even though it's not my job, the condition of the shop the day after Loud has been in, etc, the way he talks down to me in front of customers.... According to SIlent, Loud is actually scared of me. ME! Never in my life did it occur to me that I have the power to scare someone and get them all stressed - but there you go. I don't know what she told him when she got home, but he hasn't said a word to me about any of it. And yes, she basically agreed that he can come off too strong and that he needs to start doing the ordering instead of dumping all of the work on me. She was a bit surprised to hear about the whole "men's tea" episode when she and Loud first took over and during which he asked me if the Yogi Men's Tea would make his penis bigger. She acknowledges that he tends to have diarrhea of the mouth pretty much all the time but kept making excuses for him.... well, the crux of it all is that he is making himself scarce these days. As that fantastic job didn't pan out - and frankly, who was I kidding? - I'm still at the store. Though we're going on vacation in a couple of weeks and I'll be glad to see the back of that place.
Another interesting thing that happened was a meeting between myself and the headteacher about the whole lice thing. Yes, yes - I know it sounds stupid and crazy but B's teachers keep telling me there's nothing they can do and I'm sick of having to deal with lice pretty much all the time - and I feel bad for B. The headteacher has agreed to ask B's teacher who the child is and to write a personal letter suggesting that they address the problem. I swear, if I had known she would be so open to idea I would have approached her months ago and saved myself a lot of stress.
This was also the week during which I discovered that the Powers that Be in the Geography Department couldn't be bothered to make sure I would graduate next week even though my dissertation has been marked for ages. Now I'm not graduating till January. Grrrr.
Finally, we've had some real summer weather. It is HOT. Not quite the hot and dry I perfer, but it's a nice chance to break out some of my summer clothes and an excuse to finally use some of the leg wax I brought back from Israel. This weekend is supposed to be cooler and rainy which would be seen - even by myself - as a welcome break except we're invited to an outdoor wedding which involves a reception under a large marquee in the field owned by the happy couple followed by camping in that same field. And yes, this is the wedding attached to that awkward hen night. B and M are very excited both by the camping and by the idea of attending a wedding reception - only the immediate family are going to the registry office - as M has never been to a wedding and B has only gone to weddings as a baby.