It's been a busy readjustment to being home. Saturday I had to open the store, and then I went on a training course to be an official "learning coach", which means I get to train new hires. It's kindof like a promotion, but one that doesn't come with any extra pay. I'm really flattered, though, because I think of all the people in the class, I had been with the company for the shortest amount of time, and I actually really enjoy training new people, so it's all good.
After church Sunday morning, I came home and made crepes for 25 people. They turned out really well, and everyone loved them, so that was good. Have I mentioned how much I like having an extended family nearby who get together at least once a month for birthdays and holidays? Really? I have? Well, it's great. It'll be even greater when I have kids of my own to bring to these events and all the aunts and uncles and cousins can hold them for me and gush over them. (Oh come on, did you seriously think I could visit two pregnant friends and twin babies and not come back wanting one of my own?)
Then, I worked Sunday night, in order to make up some of the hours from the five days I took off. I also will be working the next two days to make up for the time I am taking off while Sarah is visiting this week. She arrives Wednesday night, and I am so excited!
But I think I need to recover a bit before she arrives. I woke up with a sore throat on Friday that has since crept into my sinuses and I am all lovely and congested today. So I'm taking it easy until I have to go to work at 5:00; I slept in and I might even take a bath. If only I can drag myself away from my computer...
You know, I never really got into soap operas, but I think I get it now. One day, I was reading my blogs and there was something else I needed to do, and I distinctly remember telling myself I would do it after my stories. My Stories. Like a middle-aged housewife who won't vacuum until "Days of our Lives" is over, I am deeply involved in the lives of people I don't know. Except it's better, I tell myself, because these are real people, but that just brings us to reality TV, and I don't want to go there. I think the real difference is that I have a
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my bosses wife, who also did the bookkeeping and some arranging, also called her Days of Our Lives and Guiding Light that, and she'd put them on when she had to work in the shop. Oh and by the way, she's my dads age, which she always thought was so funny because her youngest son is about 15 years older than me. Thought you'd like some pointless trivia ;p
~Marlene
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