Wednesday, October 9, 2019

Go!

This was truly helpful: 
not a single person online or in person said to me, "You should stay in your low-paying, boring yet stressful cashier job."

Also, this morning Penny Cooper pointed out that I've hardly played with her and the other dolls lately.
"You have not made me a pair of glasses like you promised," she said. "Now I cannot see."

Well! Then I had to give my two-weeks notice from cashiering. 
I lied and told my three managers that I've gotten freelance editing work, so I will return to only book wrangling 20 hours a week. 
I didn't want my decision to appear to be about store management. That would be pointless. I am the square peg, the hole is not changing shape.

(Even though the editing work was a lie, maybe I will look for some. I miss using my written-word brain.)

I left work happy, thinking I'd have a celebratory glass of box wine on the porch... 
Whyever are the girlettes on a tilt?


I'm off work tomorrow. 
Glasses for Penny Cooper, coming up.