Not writing every day is my way of protesting the fact that something about my domain name won’t let me sign up for the latest “write a post a day” challenge out there.

So far, my weekend has been fairly busy.  I took Friday off from the day job and had a good time in my own company.  I had the car so I haunted the southwest [I think?] end of the city and then went to the mall I work in to mail a Christmas package by the deadline, drop off some things and then it was off to another mall to meet Miss Lee-Ann, a meeting that I was nearly an hour late to because I lost track of time at my mall!  An hour.  Would you wait around for an hour for someone who was late?  I would if I knew the reason but since her cell phone was dead, she wasn’t able to get my calls.  I called her husband because I figured she’d get sick of waiting and call him to come and pick her up and then he could pass on that I was running late and that ended up working out well.  She was extremely good natured about it.

We were both starving by the time we had gone to the mall, a dollar store and Walmart and a stop at Jack Astor’s was a must.  Our waiter was the usual:  above average in looks and generally inattentive.  A bothersome fruit fly ended up in my drink and I requested another and Miss Lee-Ann and I talked about how city people [or just me?] are more picky about things like that than country [or small town] folk are.  Amanda, for example, would just pick it out and keep drinking, assuming she even noticed it, and and Lee-Ann didn’t even think she’d notice it.  I think those of us who’ve lived in the city for ages expect more from servers and people in the service industry generally.  I know from working in retail that I certainly don’t look at someone who rings my sale through while chatting about her weekend to her coworker as someone providing good customer service.  I would take note of the person and deliberately avoid that salesperson next time, while my less irkable friends would probably not notice it.

On Saturday I woke up at the crack of dawn to work, then napped until Rich and Ves called to hang out.  After some takeout Chinese food and some adorable baby boy time [he is a blue eyed angel-haired tyke who was quite good natured despite his malady] I was feeling extremely loquacious [read: diarrhea of the mouth] and I could not shut up.  Do you ever go home after an evening with good friends who you know probably ;) don’t mind your many quirks and signs of insanity and think “Next time I’ll talk less and listen more?”  I do.  But I never do the next time.  I hope they take it as a compliment that I never shut up!

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