The day started just fine, our manager is a bit stressed about sales. We were decently busy all morning, I took my lunch, walked down to Starbucks (dropping my cell phone in the middle of the mall), ate, went back to work. Our second shift came in, I started working on some repair jobs that had come in.
Then I got nicely yelled at on the phone by a jerk. You know, I don't think that sums it up well enough. I'll sensor myself though....but you get the picture!
I had to step in the back to compose myself...Feeling like I was going to cry. I always tell myself, demand myself not to cry in situations like this. I surprisingly overcame it. But when things like this happen I often think to myself how much I want my husband. I just think: my husbands deployed! Not that I expect or think that I deserve special treatment, I just believe that you never ever know what's going on in someone else's life as you are treating them like absolute crap.
Then after all was said and done, my nerves were calmed, I jumped back in the swing of things. I didn't help many people, but the first person I helped hit on me. Asking me if I was married, for how long, etc. They told me that things were still good since we're still in the infancy of our marriage (for me coming up on four years doesn't seem that young). I told them that it stays pretty fresh since my husband is in the Army and that you don't really see your husband ALL of the time (side note, like they said on the Nightly News last night: "if the Army would've wanted you to have a wife they would've issued you one"...that's a pretty good quote even though I prefer: my husband's mistress is the Army, and sometimes that bitch gets all the attention).
But anyway, that was #1. Number 2 didn't fully divulge was he was thinking, just commenting that I was probably married with kids, and it wasn't appropriate for him to say. Good plan.
Number 3 I guess wasn't technically "hitting on" me, but when I walked over (he was my manager's customer) he felt like he wanted to tell me everything about the pendant he just bought, the chain he was wearing, why, etc. Totally military I might add. He barely took his eyes off of me.
By the end of the day (I got let out early) I felt okay. The traffic sucked. One rule about this state is the "looky-loos." BOTH sides of 1-5 (the interstate that runs from Canada all the way to California) often has looky-loos. So, if both sides of the freeway is stopped chances are they're gawking at someone on the side of the road with their emergency blinkers on. One negative thing about living here is definitely the traffic. One plus: I actually turned on my A/C in the car. It was that warm. When my A/C wasn't on I enjoyed having my windows down and my sunroof open. That is the life!
I picked up my puppy from daycare, he was so ridiculously hyped up that he was trying to play with Spuz by basically jumping on him. 90 pound jumping dog + cat = no go. Haha. That and Stryker wouldn't settle down and was running from room to room whining with a giant overstuffed toy in his mouth. WoW. He finally decided to give it a rest and pass out in our room. Seriously, doggie daycare is awesome. And the people at The Pet Brigade are awesome.
So right now I am fine, I think I'm going to finish my day off with some TV and a glass of wine. I'm going to try and keep motivation to get some more stuff put away around here so that when my husband gets home one leave (I'm going to start a mental countdown very soon) that I won't have anything out of place. Haha! Right.