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I managed to find the camera cord – no small feat – and see what pictures the kids took on Christmas. Always interesting. Not one but 3 pictures of my future brother showing his guns. Not the literal ones, surprisingly, though since my sister gave him a gun rack that might be next time. I refuse to post them and give him a platform to show off.
My family is so pleasant, aren’t they?
I got the boys awesome tees (ha I’m glad they liked them as much as I did) and they got new matching pjs from Aunt M. The last year B can fit into Gymmies I’m afraid…he was too embarrassed to go out and show the guests like he was wearing tight lingerie.
I, too, am hoping for a niece next, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to make my baby predictions. For now I’ll stay neutral and continue to buy dorky matching boy things 
My favorite New Years movie moment from A Lot Like Love
If I could share a confetti covered drunken kiss with you all, I would. Yes, we know I would. Happy New Year!
In spite of being set against it, usually avoiding the step-family, I will be ringing in an early new year with the fam. Since my grandpa was unable to get out for Christmas we’re recelebrating. And step-free since the grandpa’s in the hospital – bummer. We’ll be playing some raucous Bingo on my dad’s golden wheel (yes, be jealous) though not until midnight so maybe I can steal an early confetti kiss from a gas station attendant on the way home. Kidding, really.
Be safe & at least wear appropriate CPR mouth guard protection before swapping spit!
I’ve gone progressively deeper into a bad rut – or maybe not so bad when I think about all the night shifts looming in January. I’ve gotten on a three o’clock bedtime stretch again. I finished up a movie at a quarter to two and wasn’t quite tired – so went for an old stand by favorite and fell asleep halfway through.
The sleep of champions I tell you! I really don’t feel tired. I must look tired, though I think I look the same as always (tired in the soul maybe), but have been told I do.
I’m waiting to hear about my new schedule so I can figure out a routine. Unfortunately I don’t think it will include dropping Braiden off at the front door of school, followed by a swing by Meijer on my way.
Can I be totally honest? Sure I can, I can trust you not to tell anyone. I’m not the least bit excited about the new job. Nope, none. I’m about as unexcited as they come. Not nervous, just blasé.
You’re right I’m being an ungrateful bitch for not throwing a fist pump into the air, busting out some champagne (or shots preferrably) and being ecstatic for the new year. I’m hoping I’ll get there, really be surprised and humbled by the God-given open door I’m about to walk through.
In the mean time I’m going to work on geting me out of whatever’s weighing me down and keeping me from more than 3 hours of sleep.
In my parents’ town the coffee shop is a former drive up ice cream shop. It’s a cruddy location so I see why it didn’t last there. The service at the coffee shop will explain why it won’t last long either – though I loved giving wrinkly pieces of paper to my mom as a “gift card”. But anyhoo, hanging on a plant hook sticking out 2 feet under the pickup window was a metal bucket marked “tips”.
This brought my rage on why you are supposed to tip a food worker making a hourly wage front and center. They don’t waitress for two dollars an hour, they stand there on the clock for at least seven plus. We always manage to tip the hairdresser without a tip cup – or ill-placed bucket – and their providing a service that lasts for eight weeks.
Flash forward to work. Scene – the coffee room. There’s a tip cup out on the counter. With money in it? I asked someone who put it there and no one knows yet people are putting whole dollars in it.
If people are stupid enough to tip themselves for pouring company provided coffee, I should try one on my desk and see what happens, eh?
Speaking of coffee…and because I love to have an excuse to laugh loudly while swooning at Paul Rudd:
Danny: Can I get a large black coffee?
Barista: A what?
Danny: Large black coffee.
Barista: Do you mean a venti?
Danny: No, I mean a large.
Barista: Venti is large.
Danny: No, venti is twenty. Large is large. In fact, tall is large and grande is Spanish for large. Venti is the only one that doesn’t mean large. It’s also the only one that’s Italian. Congratulations, you’re stupid in three languages.
Barista: A venti is a large coffee.
Danny: Really? Says who? Fellini? Do you accept lira or is it all euros now?
Just when I couldn’t crush on him more, Role Models. Sigh.
I start my new job on the fifth – it feels so weird. I’m leaving my only real job and a place that used to feel like home – no matter often I wanted to run away from it.
It’s always a relief talking to my parents, who’ve been through the same job ups and downs just months ago. As my mom said it’s just draining – definitely, everything has been overshadowed for last two months and I’ve shed a lot of unnecessary tears over a job I didn’t even like. But when it’s all you have I guess it does matter even then.
I’m a pretty self-care person but I’ve really appreciated having a friend that was willing to check in everyday through the haze of it even for something stupid.
Now I’ve just got to deal with my nerves as I sort of ask to be let go on Monday. My dad and I figure I don’t have anything left to lose but a large severance check. It’s a no-brainer my job’s being eliminated so hopefully the plant manager will appreciate being able to get rid of someone who’s unhappy with her job disappearing. I hope and pray.
Then once I battle that one I can breathe easier either way.
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