Alright this is gonna be try number two for this entry! I was almost done and clicked something else and then... it was gone and now this is me... debating wheter or not to just say f**k it or write it all over again! Whatever...

I have a pretty crappy job and it doesn't pay horribly and almost anyone could do it, but still every day I show up, on time, and do my best and go above and beyond cause I take pride in my work. I like feeling like I am valuable and needed. So I was off work Monday and Tuesday and I get this call on my cell phone from my boss on Tuesday. Now I know you are thinking why did you answer it... but the answer is... because I have to. I am the store safety manager and if someone got majorly injured I have to go over there and deal with it so it's basically like I am on call 24/7 and I'm sure I don't get paid enough for that.

See, recently I have been having some scheduling issues with them, thanks to my best friend (sarcastic) Wendy, which... coincidentally, things are SO much better around there now that she is gone... but anyway, they were working me mostly nights and one half day in the morning on Tuesdays to do safety stuff. So after thinking about it a while I realized it basically costs me $60 a week to do that job for Randy and the store so I told him he needed to either work me all days or find someone else and work me all nights.

He chose nights, saving me $400 a month in preschool costs... but he didn't want to find someone else, he wanted me and suggested me just doing it a different morning I could be there, like Saturdays so I said fine. Anyway, so Randy calls me on Tuesday morning....

Me: Hello?

Randy: Hi, umm, I'm trying to figure out what to do with the 25 kids standing here in front of the store waiting for their tour.

Me: You mean the one I reminded you about at least three times?

Randy: Yeah, and they came walking in asking for you.

Me: Okay...

Randy: Well, who is gonna do this tour?

Me: Obviously not me.

Randy: Well I can't do it. I have a department head meeting and they are all waiting for me.

Me: Okay...

Randy: Oh well, Charlotte is just going to have to do it.

Let me interject here that Charlotte is 5 months pregnant and is a book keeper and has no idea how the store actually works.

Me: Randy, no!

Randy: Well I don't know what else to do.

Me: Well, who do you have there now? Marie?

Randy: No.

Me: Crystal?

Randy: Not for another hour, and the new girl isn't here either. (The one that replaced Wendy)

Me: Well who is there?

Basically he called me ON MY CELL PHONE to have me solve his problem, which to me is worse than calling me at home, I could have been ANYWHERE... and I'm pretty sure he makes like $70K more than I do a year. Realizing you screwed yourself and that you need me isn't fun I guess.

So I was talking to this friend the other day and it dawned on me AGAIN... does that make me in denial or just stupid?? that I think I care way more about him than he does about me. I love this guy to death, and sometimes when we talk it's like we have known each other for a long time and are great friends and then other times... it's like we can only be friends on his terms. I don't know really... it's like... I think being friends with someone means you can talk to them about anything and listen too and not be... censored. Anyway, it just sucks...

So on the up side, I finally figured out what I am going to write for the summer anthology... now all I have to do is write it.

So this guy came through my line last night... probably about 45, graying beard and motorcycle helmet, to buy a case of beer, and I was joking with him. Anyway, we have these cards on the counter that customers can fill out about the service they received and so the guy filled one out and handed it to me while I had stopped to answer the phone and said goodbye and when I looked at it it said... Vivan... What a GREAT person! Awwwwwwwwww!

Then this other guy who totally set off my gaydar if that is weird, I'm sorry, came through. NICE body, built, but not too scary big, in a tank top and designer jeans with a cowboy like hat on, but not westerny really, a shell necklace and flip flops.. and Mary, the manager there last night says from across the front end of the store... 'Tell him I like his hat' So I am shaking my head no... as in 'hell no, I'm SO not doing that!' SO she got Rosa to do it for her... OMG!

Alrighty... in other news... Foxy is indeed foxy! so I picked the right name, Timmy's hair looks great! Jonny is getting all the hugs today I hope everything works out for you angel but I know it will, like it is supposed to... and I hope Tobi doesn't melt! but he could wear less clothes! And Jon is alive!

I love ya sweetie! and darlin! Natey and Joey too... for listening to me whine which I hate doing...

Hugs, Viv