If you stay in one place, things may come back around.

I. Frog Patrol

Oh, who is this, perching in the break room at work?

Ever since the puffy Portland frogs came on the scene, I've been tucking little frogs around. 

Two other coworkers add toys or trinkets to their areas-- Sander (Hannukah candle-lighter--coming up soon, and I just found a small menorah!) and Book's Amina, who is a fan of anime and suchlike.

But--since Ass't Man left-- no one else adds decorations to the break room. 
I've hung framed art (donated) over the years. 
I just added a Virgin of Guadalupe--the Mexican apparition of Mary––in honor of our Catholic Hispanic coworkers (several from Mexico). 

II. What goes around, comes around (eventually, maybe), if you're there to see it

Ass't Man took up my invitation to help with end caps.
I was surprised. I thought I'd never see him again after he'd dropped in the week before. 

But he showed up this Monday, and I was delighted, and told him so. 
He has one hour on Mondays, he said, between getting off work (he's a special ed aide, like I was briefly) and picking up his daughter from some after-school activity--
enough time to decorate one end cap.

Great! I said. NO ONE does any decorating. 

And he whipped together this black-and-white display, below. 
He always mixed things from different departments--here, soccer shoes on the top shelf, and a speaker (?) on the bottom.
(I later added the Black rag-doll family in the basket. I know it throws off the color scheme.)

Ass't Man had left the store two years ago on a sour note--after I'd told him how uncomfortable I'd been with his drunken behavior toward me at a party at Emmler's. 

It had gone badly. I'd felt extremely uncomfortable, and he'd gotten defensive and turned on me:
"I have to walk on eggshells around you!"

And I'd gotten angry. "You sound like an alcoholic!"
Well, that was true
 . . . but said LOUDLY on the sales floor at work?
Not ideal.

That was pretty much our last conversation until four days ago, when he –– in passing (we were not even facing each other) ––mentioned that he's quit drinking.
He also let slip that he's been "sort of boycotting this place".

AND he said he'd be so much more effective as Assistant Manager now that he's worked in Special Ed.
I can totally imagine that!  

Before the thrift store, he'd worked in graphic design for twenty years, and never directly with people. 
He was terrible at people, but, granted, he was also inexperienced.
As anyone could see. 

(It's classic bad management that Big Boss made him manager. BB simply promotes the Last One Standing.  I'm only not a manager because I've refused it--and I doubt he'd offer it to me now.)

I am very happy––but cautious––about AM.
I had felt like I'd broken up with my store husband when he left.
But I know he has quit drinking before, and not been able to stay with it. So I'm not going to get my hopes up. 

It's great he's trying, anyway, and now we're not forced into proximity, maybe we can enjoy one hour a week.
I could take that time to work on another end cap.
But not at first.

We'll see if this even lasts, but I do feel a bit restored by even the brief chat. Him telling me he quit drinking feels like a reply to and acknowledgement of my distress two years ago.

THINGS TAKE TIME.

AND... talk about things going round--the same week AM dropped in, Manageress hired Emmler Ann back as cashier.
I'm thrilled!
She's the wild child artist who I'd made Alley Protectors with. She's also been gone two years.

 So that Monday AM helped up front, Emmler was at the cash register, and for a moment the three of us stood together, saying hi.

It's so interesting--it's by my own returning to the store that I am present for these people's. 
I am grateful.
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III. Some stuff

It's cold outside. 26ºF / –3ºC this morning.
I added this record to a work display yesterday.

I miss my orange couch--the same color as the one above. I slightly regret having gotten rid of it, though it was the right thing to do when I moved into a room at HouseMate's. 
But I have my ugly brown couch  now, so I'm okay.

BELOW: 
An example of me taking advantage of my coworkers' ignorance: someone had priced a bag of these three skeins of yarn $4.99. 
I saw the malabrigo tag and snatched it up.

Malabrigo is a woman-owned cooperative in Uruguay, though this "Dos Tierras" blend of alpaca and merino is made in collaboration with a Peruvian place.
It's not the MOST expensive yarn--"only" $22/skein. (The Noro yarn of my stripey sweater is double that.)

Anyway, there's enough for a knitter to make something--it would be a shame to cut it up for God's eyes. So I offered it to J-shek, my writer friend who knits and had donated some leftover yarn to my eyes project. 
He was happy to accept.

BELOW: 
A new old tablecloth for Christmas Eve dinner! 
And a couple old hot pads crocheted to look like . . . brain coral. (I have a few already.) Can you see? Those wavy lines are open and elevated ridges. 

Found it! It's called Wiggle stitch, and it's enjoying a revival.
A free pattern here:
mooglyblog.com/wiggle-it-crochet-trivet-dishcloth-set

Now I've got my needlecrafters to help me, maybe I'll learn how to make these. They're so appealingly weird--and useful as trivets.

BELOW: Experimenting with technique...
My 2nd attempt to mimic the Diebenkorn painting. 
I wound a patch of asymmetrical blue and thicker lines of orange & red. 

The balance is not right. . . Needs to be chunkier.
 Will try, try again!
THINGS TAKE TIME.