April 13, 2004
decisions decisions
decisions decisions
My new boss must really like me.. or sumpin. Ive missed another day of work. I was suppose to work Easter Sunday. Did I show up? Of course not. There was no one there to transport the residents to Easter Sunday mass.
It was all a big misunderstanding. Its so humiliating to be so wrong. All I could do was apologize all over myself. I quit trying to make excuses after about the 3rd attempt. I could tell by my boss's reactions that the excuses werent cutting it. I told her the night hours werent cutting it for me and that I would be cutting back to one weekend a month starting in June. ...(did I just say cutting about 5 times in a row?) My daughter and son-in-law will be starting up their vegetable stand June 1st and have asked me to run it.
Which brings me to another thought... They want me to do it because I am responsible.. HA. not lately. They would like my adopted daughter amber to do it because she is more personable but don't think she could handle the responsiblilty.. so they will settle for me doing it. Hummphhfff. Im not personable? Im not outgoing and happy go lucky and I won't entertain the customers? hahaha.. They are right.
The fact is I will probably be the Roseanne Bar of vegetable stands.
"What? you want me to weigh the tomatoes and bag them for you? Do you want me to eat them for you too?"
"Excuse me. do you mind not stripping every single ear of corn on the counter? You're buying corn, not a new car lady!" Maybe I could make a sign?
Please dont strip all the corn husk from the ears. ALL the corn is good.
Please dont squeeze the tomatoes, its a vegetable, not a baby.
Please have your money ready, and realize this is not a laundrymat.
Please don't let you're children throw the grapes.
NO vegetables will be LOCAL until July. Stop asking.
There are no refunds on strawberrys. If you put them in your cellar for a week they will rot. Please do not bring them back in a huff and demand a refund.
Have a nice day and please... go away.
Im already having second thoughts about doing it. Do I really want to sit outside 8 hours a day and pick through corn and strawberrys? Do I really want to deal with the iidiosyncrasies of hundreds of people a week? The corn peelers, the tomato squeezers, the old women who hold up the line for 20 minutes looking for exact change in their tiny little coin purses?
The 400 dollars a week is the only thing that makes me hesitate to say no thanks. That 400 a week would be my kudo money. Id be buying those toys for Tori, those CDs for myself I keep putting off, buy those tickets I always feel quilty buying or I could save it all and at the end of summer go to Disney world. If nothing else I would have one hell of a tan at summers end. hmmmm.. actually I can get that out of a bottle can't I?
We'll see what happens.
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