I use antlers in all of my decorating!

My what a guy that ToyMan!

Sorry, couldn’t resist….

I was accosted at the damned door when I got to work last night. She said “hello,” probably because somewhere along the line she was conditioned to do so, much like I was at WDW, and then said that I was supposed to have stayed and done the calendar for her. I told her I forgot. It’s not like my input was needed, I’m sure she sat there writing out the whole thing while the other overnight manager just kept saying, “yes ma’am, that’ll work” or some variation thereof. It’s not because he’s a suck-up, it’s because once she starts organizing things she can’t (or won’t) stop and she won’t take anyone else’s ideas or advice.

Since we lost one of the overnight managers, one of the senior managers is on overnights this week and I was partnered with him last night. It was great. His crap got done, my crap got done, the whole store got done and there was no drama, there was nobody telling me I needed to stop walking around and do some work (because he thinks managing means telling everyone else what to do then going and stocking freight for ten hours). It got a little hairy at the end of the shift, because no one had brought their empty pallets back all night and I had about fifty pallets I had to stack in piles twelve high before I could take them out the door and the day shift folks that could have helped with that were all late, every one of them. Goobers.

I talked to Critter for a bit today and asked her if she wanted to do anything tomorrow. It turns out she’s working this Thursday, but we’ve made plans to make plans for Friday. One of the reasons she gave for not giving us another chance was that she had this idea, this anticipation, of what it would feel like to live together, and the actual experience didn’t feel the way she imagined it would. She acknowledged that the circumstances were crappy, but she didn’t think it would change if we tried it again with more space.

I’m not letting her out of my life completely, I still want to be friends, but I don’t know how I’m going to handle it when she finds her next boyfriend. That may be a while though, she says she going to try being by herself for a bit, I guess to try and sort some things out.

I drank from a cursed water fountain at work the other day. It seems everyone who works at the store and has drank at that fountain has become pregnant. Naturally it’s not an issues for me right now, but I was part terrified I’d get home and Critter would be in my bed waiting on my telling me she’d made a terrible mistake and in the ensuing make-up activities the curse would strike her instead. Which was the plan, originally, but not for another three years. And I’m not sure if I mentioned this here or not, but I did tell her at lunch the other day that when the time rolled around and K was in first grade, if she still wanted to get pregnant and neither of us was attached I’d give it a swing. I did tell her, again, that there would be no baby of mine brought into the world without a ring on his/her mother’s hand, and she said she knew. That was something else I asked about, was the talk of marriage too much too soon last year, and she said no, she really wants to be married, she just can’t find the right guy.