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Pat and work and pretty dress [bookmark]
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I don't really know what to say, I guess. There's too much. Erm... Spent the night at Pat's last night, and it was wonderful. We snuggled, at dinner, played badminton, went to Best Buy, and nice stuff like that. But on top of that we got some serious talking done. Some of what we were talking about disturbed me (and had bad timing), but when we finally turned off the light and went to sleep at about 4:30 in the morning, I felt like something was different, though I didn't know what. In any case, I have some work ahead of me.
And speaking of Pat, he's leaving for Australia on Friday, and will be back two Fridays after that (June 10th). I'm really going to miss him... But I suppose now is as good a time as ever, since my hours are going to increase for a bit (for reasons I will get to later in the entry), and I won't be able to see him as much. And hopefully when he comes back he'll have developed a bit of a sexy Australian accent, even if it doesn't last long. ;)
So, work. Work, work, work. You all know my hours have been cut from basically 50 to 20. Well, it turns out that Yaron needs to go to Israel for a month to get some surgery. Amy can't work 77 hours a week for four weeks, of course, so Yaron is having Shamise, who has been working at Easy Reader for about a month, work some hours at the store. Not often, and only for two-and-a-half hours a day, but some. And I, who have been working since early February, am not. At first, and even a little bit now, this hurt my feelings. Yaron doesn't have to explain himself to me, but I wanted to know why. Then I think I know why: Shamise makes more money, Shamise hasn't been on the verge of quitting three times since she was hired, Shamise hasn't been half-an-hour to an hour late multiple times, and Shamise probably won't be quitting in the Fall. Since Yaron wants to open kiosks in other malls, and he's looking for someone to train the workers at these other kiosks, he needs to invest in the worker(s) who will best help him meet this goal successfully.
Well, somehow Yaron got word that I was wondering, and when I turned in the envelope today, he spent some time talking to me about that. The real reason is that the store is really complicated, and he needs someone who is much more organized than I am. I have to say I think I'd actually be much more organized working at the store than at the kiosk, at least if I understand what it is that's more complicated. If it's book-keeping, keeping track of orders, making schedules and such, I wish he wouldn't compare the skill involved in that to the skill involved in not having my stuff scattered all over the work table. Then again, that may not be what he means.
We also talked again about money, and that with the amount of money the kiosk and store are making, he is paying our salaries out of his pockets, and not taking any home. (Is he managing to buy his groceries and pay his heating, or is that coming out of his savings too, I wonder.) The reason he is going to Israel for the surgery is because he can't afford it in the U.S., and whatever this surgery is, it's a matter of life and death. Basically, I owe it to him to set aside my discomfort - no, accept the discomfort - and be a salesperson. (Not ask "can I help you", and leave them alone if they say no, but never ask if I can help them and just converse and "flirt" with them.) At least until I leave this job, I have decided to fulfill the position I am being paid for, and show Yaron my gratitude.
Okay, Pat just called, and long story short, he told his dad he doesn't want a relationship with him, and that he's not going to Australia. This has a lot of significance that I don't want to exert myself in describing, so for now I'll wait.
But I will say that since he's planning on changing his name back to the name he was born with, and back to the name of the one who raised and loved him: Nastassja Anna Katharina... Brown. Yuck. If we get married, I might just have to keep my own name.
The next time you're having a bad day, imagine this:
You're a Siamese Twin.
Your brother, attached at your shoulder, is gay.
You're not.
He has a date coming over tonight.
You only have one ass.
( Pat said this dress I want is boring. :( )
I don't really know what to say, I guess. There's too much. Erm... Spent the night at Pat's last night, and it was wonderful. We snuggled, at dinner, played badminton, went to Best Buy, and nice stuff like that. But on top of that we got some serious talking done. Some of what we were talking about disturbed me (and had bad timing), but when we finally turned off the light and went to sleep at about 4:30 in the morning, I felt like something was different, though I didn't know what. In any case, I have some work ahead of me.
And speaking of Pat, he's leaving for Australia on Friday, and will be back two Fridays after that (June 10th). I'm really going to miss him... But I suppose now is as good a time as ever, since my hours are going to increase for a bit (for reasons I will get to later in the entry), and I won't be able to see him as much. And hopefully when he comes back he'll have developed a bit of a sexy Australian accent, even if it doesn't last long. ;)
So, work. Work, work, work. You all know my hours have been cut from basically 50 to 20. Well, it turns out that Yaron needs to go to Israel for a month to get some surgery. Amy can't work 77 hours a week for four weeks, of course, so Yaron is having Shamise, who has been working at Easy Reader for about a month, work some hours at the store. Not often, and only for two-and-a-half hours a day, but some. And I, who have been working since early February, am not. At first, and even a little bit now, this hurt my feelings. Yaron doesn't have to explain himself to me, but I wanted to know why. Then I think I know why: Shamise makes more money, Shamise hasn't been on the verge of quitting three times since she was hired, Shamise hasn't been half-an-hour to an hour late multiple times, and Shamise probably won't be quitting in the Fall. Since Yaron wants to open kiosks in other malls, and he's looking for someone to train the workers at these other kiosks, he needs to invest in the worker(s) who will best help him meet this goal successfully.
Well, somehow Yaron got word that I was wondering, and when I turned in the envelope today, he spent some time talking to me about that. The real reason is that the store is really complicated, and he needs someone who is much more organized than I am. I have to say I think I'd actually be much more organized working at the store than at the kiosk, at least if I understand what it is that's more complicated. If it's book-keeping, keeping track of orders, making schedules and such, I wish he wouldn't compare the skill involved in that to the skill involved in not having my stuff scattered all over the work table. Then again, that may not be what he means.
We also talked again about money, and that with the amount of money the kiosk and store are making, he is paying our salaries out of his pockets, and not taking any home. (Is he managing to buy his groceries and pay his heating, or is that coming out of his savings too, I wonder.) The reason he is going to Israel for the surgery is because he can't afford it in the U.S., and whatever this surgery is, it's a matter of life and death. Basically, I owe it to him to set aside my discomfort - no, accept the discomfort - and be a salesperson. (Not ask "can I help you", and leave them alone if they say no, but never ask if I can help them and just converse and "flirt" with them.) At least until I leave this job, I have decided to fulfill the position I am being paid for, and show Yaron my gratitude.
Okay, Pat just called, and long story short, he told his dad he doesn't want a relationship with him, and that he's not going to Australia. This has a lot of significance that I don't want to exert myself in describing, so for now I'll wait.
But I will say that since he's planning on changing his name back to the name he was born with, and back to the name of the one who raised and loved him: Nastassja Anna Katharina... Brown. Yuck. If we get married, I might just have to keep my own name.
The next time you're having a bad day, imagine this:
You're a Siamese Twin.
Your brother, attached at your shoulder, is gay.
You're not.
He has a date coming over tonight.
You only have one ass.
( Pat said this dress I want is boring. :( )
