ch and i haven't really been getting along recently. i mean it's fine, we've just been chafing more than normal. he doesn't understand why i miss l so much, and i'm sick of him being in the damn pink room. he called last night and asked me to open, then when i sighed, he was mean to me, "oh, poor thing, a whole extra half hour earler!" and i just shut down on him, it was a total l response. i was SOOOO angry- listen buddy, i'm doing you a favor, you don't mock me. my sleep is precious, ok?
and then, when mr pink room called today, ch begged off a half day. he's the boss, what am i supposed to do, say no? it was this amazingly beautiful day here. so at noon i had a customer, and he just left- no do you need to go to the bathroom or buy lunch before i go or anything like that. now who's the one acting like a teenager?
joe, if you dooce me, you die.
it was slow, we certainly didn't both need to be there. i washed buckets and wrote comments in the new timeout chicago. then an order came in from new york going to the opera house- a $125 centerpiece, colorful. it ended up being quite nice, though of course the details photograph so poorly:
after work went to the library and checked out more than just the book for fiction writing class and the one on hold and one to read on the train... and then, in second hand prose, the discarded books.... I WAS A TEENAGE FAIRY!!! yes, franchesca lia block for 50cents!! i was so sad they were getting rid of even one of her books, but so glad to own my own library verson... picked up a few others, too. and if they're bad i can always take them back, and if they're good i can keep them forever.
discarded books. it doesn't get any better than that.
came home, made vegan corn chowder with peas, then grated all this orange cheese on it. because really, what doesn't taste better with cheese?
my pictures came back from york, which is nice, but they fucked up again and didn't post them online. i wrote them a very nasty email. i'll have to take the negatives to walgreens now.
but even worse in my customer service world: l's package still hasn't arrived. i can't believe i didn't photograph the art. and now it's lost in postal purgatory forever. i can't even think about it- it makes my heart hurt. i mean, if i had to choose between l or her luggage or my art not making it to hamtrmck i'd pick the art to get lost every time, but still. where is it? where has it been the past week? grrrrr.
and still, there's work again tomorrow. so i must needs to go to bed. now.
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