I just got up. What am I, 17?
I had to work last night, at my old workplace, and I didn't get home till 1:45. I am a night owl, is what I am.
They called me, my old workplace, last Friday. Everyone was on speakerphone. "Hi, Juuune!" they all said, sounding employed. "It's gonna be crazy here next week. We'll definitely need you Monday through Thursday, but we aren't sure what time. Okay?"
"...Okay," I said, desperately wanting my job back. If they said they wanted me to come in and wipe everyone buttockal region with Baby Magic I'd have said okay. Do they still make Baby Magic? When my cousins were babies and I was constantly babysitting from 1976 till 1982, they had Baby Magic everything. Fortunately, I have not touched a baby's nether region since, so I have no idea.
Take that, Chris Hanson.
How did I get off on this tangent?
So, knowing I had to work this week, I called The Tea Partier, who dog sits my ludicrous dogs.
I should not use "dogs" in the plural when I say "ludicrous," as Tallulah has become what you'd call a good dog who does nothing but sleep and play nicely. We all know who I mean when I say ludicrous. And seeing as I am here all day and cannot go eight seconds without Edsel chewing (a) my personal delicates (not while I'm wearing them, thank God), (b) my Vanity Fair magazine, (c) the bedspread or (d) the cat, there was no way he could be out of his crate all day. I would come home to five homeless pets and a foundation.
Then of course on Monday, my old work kept calling and saying "maybe in a few hours" and then I'd have to call The Tea Partier to say the same thing, and finally they didn't need me at all, and then the same thing happened on Tuesday. I think this was driving Tea Partier berserk, as she is linear.
Finally, yesterday at 4:30 they called me. "Can you get here by 5:00?"
"No. I live 40 minutes away."
"Can you get here by 5:10?"
So I screamed down there without calling TP, seeing as it was almost Marvin time. If you've got the time, we've got the Marvin.
Anyway, as soon as I walked in, there was a casserole in the lobby. I am not making this up. It was some cheesy egg mushroomy thing. In the kitchen was a cheese plate, and chicken, and potatoes, and green beans with slivered almonds, and did I tell you how I miss it there?
I got me some Starbucks and yes I AM cutting down my caffiene, shut up. My old boss met me at my desk and brought me a fruit plate. Again, I am not making this up. "JUNE!" he said. "I know I suck and you hate me. Have some fruit. They're taking dinner orders, so be sure to get yours in."
Again. Do I miss it there? So bad?
And even though I worked till fricking ONE, I had a good time and on the drive home through the snow I heard Journey. It was exactly how I felt.