As You Do.
I was intending to attend the play opening night, and I do wish I had in order to compare it to the next time I saw it with Steve, but I came home and laid down for what turned into a six-hour nap. It was, for real, a most excellent nap. And I still slept well that night, so I needed it. The weather turned very stormy and maintained its gray skies and pouring rain almost the entire weekend. I woke up extra early and borrowed Steve's debit card and car to go to Plaid Pantry convenience store to get some breakfast burritos and cigarettes (yep. still smokin'.) and beverages (orange juice for Steve and hot Earl Grey tea [I'm not sure why that's the only tea offering they had, but I like it, so...] and Coke zed for me). We had an (Earthquake!?) emergency disaster drill at school and had to crawl under desks then go outside to our meeting group points.
Writing.
I love writing. I think it's influenced by seeing my mom writing a lot when I was little, receiving positive feedback for my writing when I was younger and keeping a journal in high school and beyond; I also love writing letters and have always been a faithful correspondent. So when my teacher (i.e. manager) asked me to read the submissions for the class assignment and 'edit' them for grammar, punctuation, spelling, sentence structure and clarity, I was absolutely pleased to do that. I think I may have written too many notes, as I am prone to do, so I should be aware of that, as well as making sure that if I suggest that they re-word segments that I'm not obscuring their voice by making severe changes. Some years ago one of my favorite customers at Rite Aid brought me a piece of his writing to read and I thought he would be pleased if I made notes and suggestions (basically critiquing and grading his creative work) but he most definitely was not. I was a teacher before I knew I should try to be a teacher. Did you know that I used to have recurring dreams of being in school? And with only a few exceptions, these dreams have ceased since I have begun actually working in schools on a regular basis. It's so weird that it seems to take me years to figure out what it takes other people only weeks or months.
Wow.
I was somewhat sternly confronted by a coworker about not touching her stuff. I at first had no idea what she was referring to. Long story short, she had left her cell phone on the desk I was working at and I foolishly took a selfie with it. She was 100% not amused. She's not a stick in the mud, but we obviously have very different senses of humor. Her seriousness about the issue and the fact that she didn't say anything at the time but waited (and stewed? passive-aggressively?) until the next morning to mention it to me says a lot to me about her personality. Maybe she will get something positive out of the experience, like being more cautious where she temporarily abandons her phone...but anyway, I apologized as sincerely and profusely as I could so that she would have confidence that a repeat offense should not occur. It just threw me for a mental loop. I am sooo relieved that this person isn't my boss.
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