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[Dec. 21st, 2009|01:10 pm] |
Feeling a little better this morning. Talked to Holly, Hannah, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sawdusted and pargoletta which helped a lot, and then someone I didn't think I would.
See, Sunday nights are deep-cleaning overload at Gloria Jean's, which means we have to sanitize the coffee carafes, the espresso filters, and scrub and mop the customer side of the store. The first two aren't so bad, but floor scrubbing can take thirty to forty-five minutes if you do it right. Normal clean-up (which is only supposed to take forty-five minutes according to Mike, my boss, which is just bullshit) can take anywhere from an hour to an hour and half on a normal day. Sunday cleaning takes that long with three people. And last night, there were only two of us because James in on 10-day probation for something that apparently wasn't his fault (i.e. according to Mike it is, but according to James and Linda, an eye-witness, it isn't) and while he could have come in if he wanted to, he didn't because he wanted to protest the improper treatment Mike is giving him.
So Linda called him and was just talking a little, and wanted to know if he would consider coming in tomorrow because without him it's just me and her every night until Christmas, and it would be much easier with three people, etc, etc. He felt bad for not being there and then asked to talk to me. We chatted a bit and he asked me how I was doing, and because I don't lie but don't always give the whole story, I told him apart from the extremely shitty morning I had, I was fine. But of course, he asked what had happened.
And I told him. Just the bare details, that my father had gotten angry about something and as a result gotten physically violent with us, but I still told him. It was weird, because I've only known him for a few months, and we've only hung out outside of work the one time, but... I don't know. He's been a great friend so far and I guess I have this thing where if you've been over to my house for dinner, you qualify to be in my circle of closest friends or... Something. (BB, if you're reading this, I would totally invite you over to my house if I could. And we would have chicken enchiladas and it would be amazing.)
But he was really worried about us, and even wanted to possibly stop by the hotel in the morning and check up on us, which is so sweet it should make my teeth melt. He was even talking to Raquel on the phone (he had called me to ask how I was doing), wanted to know if she was alright (she got the worst of the brunt) and... I don't even know, it's just so... He doesn't even know me that well but he's worried about me and my family and that means so much to me, I can't even describe it.
Big thanks for everybody who was there for me. It's such a wonderful feeling, knowing that I'll have friends that will be there to support me in my hour of need.
And now on a lighter note, because I think this post needs it.
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
I like this photo for a number of reasons. 1) It's cute and innocent in a way that seems to speak to my inner peace. 2) It feels completely natural, like it's saying "This is something that happens everyday. There is nothing strange or unusual about anything here." Which is true, of course, but not everybody seems to understand that. And 3) the first two reason make it iconic; a captured moment, a single image that is slowly trying to help the world for the better.
That having been said, I put this in my faves on DA a while back, and the artist sent me a little message, thanking me and saying that he hopes one day, the picture will become a cultural icon. I think it's well on it's way, non?
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad</b>
This is a photo of the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina on the 9th Ward in New Orleans. It's not quite as powerful as say, video of the destruction or maybe some other pictures, but almost anything relating back to the damage caused by that storm and the horrible response that followed makes me simultaneously sad and angry. Sad because these people lost everything they had, and they didn't have a lot to begin with. I can't ever imagine having to start over like that. Angry because so many more people lost things when they could've been salvaged. FEMA's extremely slow and uncoordinated response cost far too much.
So that's all for now. Christmas is in four days. *Gasp* Thank God I have all my shopping done (except for papa, but I'm revising my gift choice for him.) Now to victoriassecret.com to look at sweaters on sale. :D |
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supar festive!!!