I'm sorry but we're all sold out of that
There are none in the back
Of that I'm certain......."
Oh my babies, it's almost over. I'm glad they chose to close on the shortest month of the year. It's time. I'm tired and want it over NOW dammit!
It's bittersweet though, and those of you close enough know me well enough that to say I'm not feeling a little melancholy about the whole thing wouldn't be entirely truthful.I am sad. We're not just staff, but a family. We've snapped, squabbled, laughed and cried, as families are prone to do. But at the end of the day, we'd stand side by side, shoulder to shoulder in defense of each other. And my Goddess knows we've done that more than once. I will miss not seeing them every day.
It hasn't always been easy, being me, being there. The man who's wife signs my pay cheque has been harder on me than he's ever been on any manager in his employ. Ever. No one is sure why he is that way, but she who signs my pay cheque is the sole reason I've held this job for this long. In his worst bi-polar moments he's wanted to storm around and fire me. Not for any reason other to make "goddamn sure we all know who the REAL boss is here". It's been hard in that respect.
But you know babies, it must must must end on a positive note. This was the opportunity of a lifetime. This time there was no one around to subtly chip away at my self-esteem. I was alone and doing something that was challenging and fulfilling for the first time. It was a good thing. All that knowledge gained is something I shall carry with me a lifetime. Well, ok, maybe just into the next job.
Which won't be until at least September. This summer I shall do the unthinkable.
I'm going to tan my legs.
And play music. We have a new guitar player who's itching to get this project off the ground. We were introduced by a mutual friend. I think Hottie The Drummer has been mentioned here before. If not, then shame on HRG. HTD is our new drummer too. And a very very very cute boy. There's a stable of drummers for us to choose from, but somehow, starting a new project with a completely new line up feels like the right thing to do. Rehearsals start next week. I'm excited. TCB is raring to go too. As good together as we are, it's taken a bit of time getting used to working with him. Onstage always feels different. Part of that is, I think, the realization that we're involved off stage, and the whole sex kitten thing can only go so far. It's been a learning process, finding out exactly where the line is so it's never ever crossed. It's more relaxed now. I am who I am. HRG is a bit larger than life with a microphone in her hand and adoring (and adorable!) cute boys at her feet. TCB understands the show is a show.
There's no way I'd be that cool with it. Not a chance.
There are so many things to talk about, stories to share, and we will have those moments together my babies.
But for now, TCB comes home tomorrow and it has to look like I did more than sleep on the couch and miss him for five days. Customers or not, tomorrow is a work day. (it'll be interesting to see if there's anything in the store left to sell) There's laundry to be done and some errands to run.
Five more mornings of waking to the beep beep beep of the alarm, of having to plug the flat iron in, of having to look groovy, even on days when I certainly didn't feel groovy.
Oh, and don't be surprised to see your Starbucks stock slip a little.
HRG
