Beautiful Becca

Had a young lady come in Saturday. Such a sweetie - trying so hard to be obnoxious (not sure why), but not pulling it off. She asked about things I hear in the closet and I told her honestly that I mostly tune conversation out. I'm not a natural eavesdropper and unusually not curious. I guess because after a while, it's all the same. Ladies talking about their "man," their home life, their kids, their jobs. Nothing novel or new. Told her I had this blog and she was intrigued; said she was going to look it up. I asked her then if she would do something outrageous, I'd post about her, but she couldn't think of anything to do (nor could I, so here you go).

She came in several times - I could tell she was with several friends. While she was so sweet and friendly, she had one friend that didn't have to try hard to be obnoxious. What a piece of work. Very dismissive, very messy, very not-a-person-I'd-like-to-get-to-know. Can't imagine what a sweetheart like Becca is doing with shit like that. This friend is one of those rare ladies that come in that look down their nose at me, as if I were any less than they are - pppppbbbbbbtttttt.

Another young lady came in and was very curious how I had gotten this job. Told her through craigslist. She asked all sorts of questions; said she'd love to have a job like this. I asked her if she was serious, as I was contemplating quitting and she said yes. So I took her name and number down and told her I'd share that with the Bosslady.

Which I did this morning. Yup, I did it. Gave my two-week notice. I need my weekends free to deal with a family situation. Part of me hates having to give it up, but part of me is relieved. It's hard having to work every single weekend. When I spoke with the Bosslady this morning, I told her to keep my number in case she needed someone to fill in on occasion. That I could do. She said she most definitely would and that I could have the job back any time I wanted. Nice to feel appreciated.

If only I could get that at my day job.