I might die of utter shock that I’m able to sit in front of a computer and write. The last two weeks… or is it three weeks… actually, the month has been absolutely unreal. It’s not all bad, yet not all good, but it has left me exhausted and anti-social. Let me recap my hiatus to give you a clear picture.
I think it was 4 weeks ago that I lost my assistant manager, a vital part of a 4-person team that was already diminished to 3 due to stress. So it was left to 2 of us, which meant extra long days without a break in between. Who has two thumbs and got nominated for the little gig of working for free?
To top it off, I got really sick and had to muster up the energy to get through the weeks. The silver lining of my sickness was that I lost about a pant size. Things were looking up.
So after working 68 hours straight, I started feeling better and I finally had a day off. I resumed my workouts, my french lessons and then…
I decided to book a trip out of this place.
I had to pick somewhere out of the country because no one can contact me there. (Horrible, I know. True, nonetheless.) So, in one month and 7 days I’ll be frolicking through Italy! Hooray. I’m hoping to have time to hop over to France and test my speaking skills. Souhaitez moi bonne chance! (It means, “wish me luck!”)
Then I had my life threatened by a thief. That was fun. The mall is a really safe place (obviously) and I’m pretty terrified to walk to my car alone, but my only defenses are sass and sarcasm so I just end up antagonizing them. He was a sweetheart, really. He stole an entire Disney bag worth of clothes from the store across the way. I called to warn them and then watched as he loaded up his sack like Santa Claus. When he saw me watching I didn’t look away. I just kept looking at him. He came over to me and asked if I had a problem, insert a few words in there. I told him I was fine as long as he wasn’t taking my stuff, and asked if he was okay as well. We went back and forth, he yelled, I smiled and told him he looked a little nervous and made sure he didn’t want me to call security to help him out. He clenched his fists and I thought I was going to be dead in the next 10 seconds, but he said “I’m good, I’m gucci.” instead of actually killing me. I told him I didn’t know what that meant, but that he was free to run along.
I now have a 3rd manager and am hoping and wishing that after this week, life will be normal once again and I can sleep through the night.
I was totally social and went out for my best friend’s birthday, then celebrated my niece being 2, and spent the weekend with the family. I’m pretty sure I have video evidence of myself in the bounce-house with 6-year-olds.
On another positive note, the blog hit 500 likes on Facebook and is now beyond that, so THANK YOU for continuing to read! I’m officially back on the block.
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