Today was a good day.

Little events that I’ll forget within a few day’s time. All I really need to remember is that I feel good.

Steve called this morning about me coming in earlier, because they were shorthanded. I was um, sleeping, and mom knew enough not to bother me. I did come in at three instead of four. Good thing, too. It was just me and Becky until Vanessa showed up. I was pretty much doing everything.

In the back of my mind, the voice tells me not to be like Dante. I reply that I’m simply doing my job. After all, if I really took my job too seriously, I would have made sure coffees were good through closing. (They weren’t, moreover that wasn’t my responsibility by then.) I was out by 10:15. I rox0r.

Andrew was saying how Panera is typically dead at nights during the winter. Ah, something else he said. Angie is still sick. Steve is taking the next three days off. And Mike called today to say that his wife’s Grandfather died, so um. Andrew may have to open and close. Now that I actually know what I’m doing, I have a bit more respect for him. He’s just laid-back, and isn’t all that demanding. I pretty much cover my shit and only talk to him when I need change, the card, or to go on break.

Billy has decided he doesn’t like me (and Beth). Oooh, I’m shaking. *laughs* I’ve had people hazing me my whole life, he’s nothing.

Mike (the associate) was bitching all night about how he had nothing to do. *smacks forehead* Don’t bitch, you’re being paid to do what amounts to a monkey’s job. Especially considering he’s only doing the floor. Thing is, it’s not like he was even doing his job. There’s always something to do. Even if it was like the time this evening when I went in back to rinse off a nasty rag. That’s how ahead I was. I just find that if I keep myself busy doing something, the time goes by a lot faster.

Addendum: I ran into Stef, as she was having dinner with her mom. I took her to her senior prom, and we’ve otherwise been friends. I haven’t seen her in ages. I took my break when Vanessa came back from hers, and sat down with Stef. It’s just so nice to run into people like her. Somebody that isn’t full of shit, and I can actually share a little bit with. Somebody who won’t judge you, but will be genuinely curious about the embarassing things of your life.

She and her friend Amanda dubbed me “Kid With Hair”, so long ago. Stef said I looked good with short hair. *snickers*