Well, that wasn't too bad. Luckily the owner was in the hospital, so I was able to just tell the GM, and he isn't the type of guy to cry. Turns out the other office gal had given her notice just hours earlier, so I guess he was kinda prepped. What are the odds of that?
Is it just me, or is it always the absolute worst time to quit when you really need to quit? The lack of staffing is reaching epidemic status, but if I stay on this little island much longer, I may go a wee bit crazy. Okay, I'm already a wee bit crazy, so I guess I may go a wee more crazy, making me one crazy lady.
Everything else is calling me... the grass is looking greener everywhere else... have I gone off on this tangent before?
I can't wait till Rachael comes out, and not only because my car is making a funny noise and I want to hang her out the rear window to isolate it. Do you ever find yourself composing calls to Car Talk? I do that, then picture them laughing me off the air. "I don't know how to explain it, it's kind of a urrrrRRRHhouiewno sound, and it only goes when the car is on, and I think it's in the back somewhere, or maybe the front..."
I have been dwelling on the portion of the trip with Christy, and not only because it was nice to talk to a person, and not my fez monkey, for a while. I saw a magnificent city hall framed neatly at the end of the street, right in the middle of town, and said "hey! That's... ", and that's as far as I got because I forgot the city planning word for it when all roads end at a prominent civic building. Okay, maybe I didn't learn much, but at least she taught me that there is a word for it. And I saw a barge going down an impossibly small river, and thought, "wow, they must dredge that a lot."
Dredge is a really good word. It's no conflagration, or syllabub, but it's a good word, none the less.