On Friday I got jabbed by my current employer for telling her that Monday was an official holiday. How this played out:
I was working on business cards for my boss’ housekeepers, because you know that is a good use of my time these days, considering I am leaving in a less than two weeks. The conversation went something like this:
Employer: “yeah we can show them to the housekeepers on Monday and you can make changes in the morning.”
Me: “You do realize that Monday is a holiday right?”
Employer: “Is it an official holiday?” (i.e. is it in the employee handbook?)
Me: “Yes it is an official holiday, I checked.”
Employer: “Well that sucks, considering you have five days left.”
Exit employer from the room.
My replacement: “Boy you called that one.”
This is going to be a really hard last week. Originally she was not supposed to be in town, but her plans fell through so now she is in the office ALL week. Grrrreat.
I also realized that I have a cashmere problem, serioulsy. My sister and I went to the mall for about four hours (the most I think I have spent at the mall in about ten years). I got a lot of really nice clothes for work for relatively inexpensive (president’s day sales). The clincher was a pair of dress pants for seven fitty (that is $7.50)……. and a black cashmere hoodie for 40 bucks. I am addicted to cashmere. I believe this makes the running total of cashmere sweaters to 15. ahem. I know I have a problem, but IT IS CASHMERE, damn it. There could be worse things.
On a separate note, there is an 80+ year old man who we used to play Walleyball with at the gym. We haven’t been to the gym in awhile, so we haven’t seen him. He came to the apartment today to drop off a very big bottle of homemade vino. We talked for about twenty minutes. He is such a nice guy. I am actually kind of sad now though. I asked him how he was feeling (he had a knee injury the last time I talked to him) and he said not well. His doctor found something in his lung. It makes me sad to think that he might have lung cancer. That is what my pap had. I always used to smile when I would see an older person out and about doing their thing, but recently (in the past month or so) I have been sad, almost to the point of crying, and I am not a crier. I am not really sure why I have felt that way.
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