I am pleased to announce that I made it through yesterday without bloodshed or threat of jail. The day wasn’t entirely without aggravation, as the muckety-mucks didn’t show up until about three hours after we were expecting them, leading to lots of sitting around and occasionally bellyaching about how Jesus, I just cannot clean anything else, enough of this nonsense. When they finally did arrive, though, it was with basically nothing but praise for how the store looked, and my regional manager actually pulled me aside and said that he knew good and damn well just how much of the look of the place was due to my efforts. It is entirely possible that this was just a little of him knowing I was pissed and blowing a bit of smoke up my ass, but dammit by that point I deserved some ass-smoke and I’m glad he took the time to do it. There was one genuinely entertaining moment (at least for me) when two people who were with the group but hadn’t shown up with them at first got to the store, and what with everything else going on I didn’t notice them right away, and by the time I did notice them the national sales director was on his way over to them and saying hello.
Greeting guests right away is kind of a big deal in this business, as you can imagine, so that caused a bit of a heart attack. I mean, yeah, I’ve got a foot out the door and all that, and this ultimately isn’t a big deal, but I still really don’t like looking like an asshole, and one of these guys deciding he needs to greet a guest for us is still kinda not good.
Anyway, long story short, I realized that they weren’t guests at the same time that they realized I thought they were guests, and at the very same time they realized what I must be thinking, and everybody had a big slightly embarrassed laugh about it. And eventually I went the hell home where I belonged.
You’re probably thinking right now that the headline on the post doesn’t make a ton of sense. True. The other thing that happened yesterday is that I got a notification from NewJob that I have finally been approved by everyone who needs to approve me– and some of these folks must have been on vacation for the last few weeks– and I am real and I have a salary and everything, and while the number next to the salary isn’t surprising, it is definitely very pleasant.
Actually, that’s not quite true– I’m surprised that it’s the right number, if we’re being honest. I was fully expecting to have to fight with somebody or at least send a pointed email to get someone to put my salary back to wherever it was when I left last time. And I didn’t! So contracts are signed and everything. I think, ridiculously, the school board still has to sign off on me, but that’s a formality. It’s “Hey, here’s this list, we cool?” and they don’t read the list and go “Yeah, we cool,” and it’s done.
So. This is happening.
Ten shifts left, guys. I’m gonna play Bloodborne and finish a short story today and tomorrow, I think. Let’s do this.
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I wasn’t super excited to see the first Ant-Man movie when it came out back in 2015 and generally found it to be
Actual Fiction has happened today; not much, but nonetheless Actual Fiction, so I feel pretty good about the universe right now. I was supposed to spend the morning taking care of my last Act of Ridiculous Customer Service (why, sure, I’ll drive to Michigan and pick up the seat of your armless chair and drop it off at the leather reconditioning place so you don’t have to do it! Why not?) but the timing ended up not working out so I’m probably doing that tomorrow.
Last night, I completely cracked the plot of the Skylights sequel wide open, for about the fourteenth time since finishing the original book– only this time it involves going back to the original draft of Sunlight that I got like 40,000 words into and then had to bail on, because I finally figured out how to make it work.