I'm slightly nervous about going out to wait for the bus, but I'm pretty sure that's irrational. The bus stop, the transit station where I transfer, and the actual bus routes are all far from the area that was under warning and that is apparently lifted, so everything should be fine.
Tomorrow our summer outlet sale starts and I'll be working a cash register (although I think we only take credit cards, so I guess I should just call it a register? Does that convey enough meaning?) at our other location closer to my house. That was plenty of novelty for the week!
Sometimes I'd like a surprise, but not like that!
I guess I should just call it a register?
It's common to call it a P.O.S.
Oh, that would definitely confuse me. I work with POS data all the time and use the term frequently to mean that stuff. These sales are only once or twice a year, I can be old fashioned and potentially obscure while I’m working at them without too much disruption, I guess.
YAY NORMAL! I got a mammogram last week, and it, too, was NORMAL. I still have to get the ultrasound in the fall because dense tissue, but all looks good for now.
Dudes, I was at yearbook camp with six of my staffers this week, and I am TIRED. Teacher!me had to poke her head up out of her cozy summer den and be professional and wrangle teenagers. These six girls are lovely humans, and they weren't a problem at all, but I did have to deal with navigational issues (usually meticulously planned me ended up taking them to the WRONG SAN DIEGO UNIVERSITY — I somehow missed there are three of them) and once we got to the right place, there were BED BUGS in one of the girls' rooms, which led to all kinds of shenanigans, as you can imagine.
They did amazing work on this year's theme package, and I'm very glad I came. I am also very glad I get to go home tomorrow and not be a teacher for a few more weeks.
Yay for more normal!
It's farmers market morning, and I'm going to visit my aunt who just had a Mohs thing on her lower eyelid (only one "round" of cutting, which is great -- had reconstructive surgery the same day!)
In between, I do job hunting stuff. And the laundry I did not do yesterday, oops.
Ah, normal. Such a nice word.
My son is shattered and brokenhearted because his GF of 6 years walked out. I don't know if it can be repaired. They are both at fault, although he is way more to blame. They are both deeply flawed humans, but my heart hurts for them. They are both communicating with me, although not so much with each other. Maybe some relationship~ma would help?
Oh, geez, I'm sorry to hear that, Laura. Relationship ~ma to them.
Oh, I’m sorry, Laura. You’ve mentioned her with a lot of fondness before. I hope he’s okay.
Oh, Laura, I’m so sorry for your kid.
