Dinner, Talks, and My Eval

We did end up going to dinner. Her mom already had the kids so she went by to check on them and ask her mom if she could keep them a little while longer. She went home and changed (and quite honestly looked smokin’ hot) and I picked her up and off we went. The restaurant is about thirty minutes north of here but we made it in plenty of time. I thought it would be busier than it was, being one of the few nice restaurants in the area and it being Friday night, but there was only one other table seated when we got there, and one other party seated about half-way through our meal. We both had the veggie Stromboli and added sausage and pepperoni. I had a normal Caesar salad and Critter had a Caesar salad, hold the Caesar dressing, side of Ranch. Don’t ask, I don’t know.

We talked and had a good meal, then as we were driving back home she realized there were a few things she needed and I talked her into going to the store in a shameless effort to prolong the evening. It worked. We talked some more while she shopped, and talked some more when we got to her place. Things went really well, and I asked her if we were ever going to get a second chance at a romantic relationship, and she said she had been wondering the same thing. I told her what we have now is good, and I don’t want to lose it, but I didn’t think we ever really got a chance to have a relationship before. I also told her that she’s in control of this and I’ll do whatever she wants to do. We also talked about some other things that had been going on, she asked if I knew, and I said I did, but figured if she wanted to talk about it she would.

We also talked about something else that she had almost offered to do for me, something very special that makes me love her even more, but she never did, and it’s a good thing she didn’t, but it really is the thought that counts this time.

I think I am going to get her that birthday present I had thought about getting her before GR died. After she died I thought there would be unpleasant associations but I think it’ll be OK now.

So after two naps, a thoroughly well deserved and enjoyed marathon session to catch-up and clean out the TiVo, dinner with Critter and lots of good talk afterwards I’m in a pretty good mood now. Much better than when I wrote my last entry. I’m still not going back there, but there’s no seething creepiness and aggravation with them like there was before, just a contented feeling knowing they can count all the pills, test all the pee, and charge the stew out of all their patients to their merry hearts content, but I am not longer any of their concern, not are they mine.

Just in case anyone was confused about my reaction to my eval, I’m quite pleased with it; just surprised as hell I did that well. I never in my life would have expected anything better than a three on my first evaluation as a salaried manager. It’s just that with her beating us down all the time and telling us how bad a job we’re doing I didn’t expect it. She’s changed some since I’ve been back, and I can’t help but wonder if one (or both) of the two managers between her and me said something to her while I was out. A lot of people were wondering if I had taken my grievances to corporate, and a lot of people (myself included, honestly) were surprised I came back. More than one of the other managers has said she’s lucky I didn’t call corporate on her. I don’t know about that though. Unless you’re there witnessing it it just sounds like I’m upset because she yelled at me. One of the other managers is keeping an even more detailed account of everything she says, how she says it, and when she says it, and that manager is just waiting for an excuse to go to corporate on her. I don’t want her fired, I just want her to let me do my job in peace.