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Saturday, Saturday, Saturday!

Well, in *my* world it is.  Ah, the paradox of Foodserviceland:  I hate all of my 9-5, M-F friends on Friday;  they hate me when I'm eating donuts and posting to FB in my jammies on Monday.

And the world goes 'round.

Yesterday was good.  Earlier in the week, I spoke to Big Boss about a coworker who has been bullying me (before you call me brave, please be advised that I came home and threw up from anxiety, and almost called out of work the next day because I was worried about fallout.  I am such a wimp.  And, yes, I'm a little afraid/intimidated by someone I could easily break in half).  She's been feeding me the wrong information on how to do things and has basically made my life miserable from day one.  I got called on a mistake and said "But J said to do it THIS way" and then realized I'm being bullied AND set up, and that was it.  I *need* this job.  And I kind of love it when J isn't there.

I don't know what Big Boss said to her, but she basically stood around all day yesterday with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.  (If I'd been the manager on duty, I would have told her to adjust her attitude or go the hell home, frankly)  However, I wasn't about to let her mood dampen mine, because it's my birthday week!  And I get two days in a row off for the first time in a while.

Okay, and I'm also a passive aggressive bitch, and the more sour she got, the more I turned into the human golden retriever (as my sister calls it.  I'm just a naturally happy, friendly person, okay?).  And that meant good tips for me!

[And a couple of phone numbers from single dads.  One was really cute, too, which did my ego a world of good.]

Came home to find my state refund check from 2014.  Not huge, but enough for a new sketchpad and the BIG package of fine point multicolor Sharpies I've been eyeing.   And possibly a new notebook, since I have almost filled the journal that Kent bought me at Homecoming last year.  Flyleaf has an amazing collection of Moleskines and their ilk, AND I get 20% off as a lifetime member.  Woo-hoo!

I've decided that, since it's my birthday week (whoever came up with this concept?  I used to roll my eyes at it, but now I kind of love it.  We don't really do parties, and my blood family more or less ignores it, so the idea of doing little indulgences that I choose for myself really appeals to me), I'm taking my tip money for the week, the aforementioned refund, and the $35 Walgreens giftcard I've earned after buying toilet paper there for the last 4 years and blowing it all on myself.

A sure sign you're getting old?  Looking forward to blowing $35 at fucking WALGREENS.  Man, I used to be cool.

[Okay, not really.  But I like to think that I was once.  ;) ]

Tonight I get my actual birthday present:  RuPaul's Drag Race Extravaganza, baby!    I couldn't find someone willing/able to take the ticket (although, jeez, I could have given it away 12 times over to my college friends if most of them didn't live 3+ hours away and have small kids/have to go to work Monday.  *pout*  Again, the downside of Foodserviceland), so we're taking a cab in, selling the ticket, and Jerry (one of Casa del Fag's alumni) is picking us up and driving us home.  He has to work late, and declared it his duty as a friend, because "it is your birthday, and all of your other gay boyfriends suck.  Or don't.  That may be the problem."

I love my bois.  I need to start arranging a reunion for this summer, because it's been a while.  And goddess knows I'm the only one in our little tribe who has any organizational skills.

If that statement doesn't scare you...it should.

Kent's falling more and more in love with his job.  I'm so happy for him.  He's gotten his moorings a bit and realized that's in charge, so he's starting to revamp things to make food that actually *tastes good.*  Between his work at Structure House and mine cooking for elderly family and at Northampton County, we've got some pretty good ideas about how to make institutional food appealing while still staying within dietary guidelines.

And, since he's doing well and is happy, have we heard word one from The Patriarch?  Of course not.  I know it hurts Kent, but I'm not surprised.  With both of us working, there's nothing to yell at him about.

(Or, as Kent's first wife said "Radio silence from Lars instead of congratulations?  What a surprise.  Asshole."  I love having her on my side.)

Off to make lunch and figure out what the heck I'm going to wear tonight.  Happy Sunday, y'all!

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grlicnotgmblin
May. 22nd, 2016 04:57 pm (UTC)
A sure sign you're getting old? Looking forward to blowing $35 at fucking WALGREENS. Man, I used to be cool.

Hehehehehehe! So true! XD
coyotewoman
May. 22nd, 2016 08:59 pm (UTC)
My birthdays were always depressing and sucky so we decided to get married the day before, so I'd have something good to celebrate. That morphed into Birthaversary Week, and we love it this way. Never going back to just birthday and anniversary again. :D
communitybee
May. 23rd, 2016 09:14 am (UTC)
I had someone like that when I was first waiting tables.... She taught me ALL wrong, but she wanted to be Top Dog.

Glad the boss talked to her.
sweeny_todd
May. 23rd, 2016 09:27 am (UTC)
happy birthday week!

and it IS brave. bravery is being scared shitless and doing it anyway. and I totally relate: that is how I felt when I was being bullied at work, except when I reported it the supervisor took the other person's side ugh it sucked.
dreamcowgirl
May. 24th, 2016 02:26 pm (UTC)
Proud you stuck up for yourself!
Walgreens bonus points are the bomb! Right now my Epsom salt their brand which I buy 6 cases a week is buy 2 get one free 5000 bonus points then coupon giving 5xs the points.... I LOVE IT!!!!!

Happy Birthday season ;)

Edited at 2016-05-24 02:27 pm (UTC)
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