Bittersweet
So my boss just got back from market in Atlanta and she's been gone for a week, she also just found out that a family memeber back in Alaska has passed away, so she's leaving on a plane tomorrow morning to go to the funeral, which means she'll be gone for another week. I told her that she was going to miss my last week, and as emotion started to bubble up from my heart to say a wonderful good-bye, it was quickly squelched by "oh, can you finish some small alterations ahead of time so we won't be screwed when you leave", this was said while she was flipping through bills and hadn't even looked up from what she was doing...ohhhh-kaaaaay. Right..well, I understand..er.
So much for heartfelt goodbyes. *smirk*
Not only that but my manager is taking all next weekend off for some vacation time due to Labor Day...so that means that there won't be a lot of regulars there for my last day. Normally we do something for people who leave, even if we didn't like them very much we got them a card, I don't think that my last day will be all that. I'll prolly cry most of the time anyway. Oye.
I've been having fun trying to figure out my finances and stuff. I'm going to have a yard sale soon and hopefully I'll sell enough to at least cover some of my moving costs. I'm selling everything except my clothes and a few little things, as well as my wedding dress (brand new, never been worn, w/veil for about $500, was actually $700, white). I want to sell that over Ebay, but I don't have an account, and it has alway been wonky when I've tried. Hopefully the more financially stable people in my neighborhood will take pity on my and donate! HA! Oh well, I'll just put up a sign saying, "MOVING AWAY FROM HOME FOR FIRST TIME, PLEASE HELP ME GO TO COOLEGE, COLLAGE, COILEGE..OH HECK, SCHOOL, DONATIONS WELCOME!". (hint, hint) Ok, maybe not so desperate, but at this point.....*smirk*
In other news, I've been going gun-ho on writing more of my poetry, and am really considering entering some in a new blog that somebody told me about. I really would like people to read my stuff, but I'm afraid that right now I may not be able to keep up with it as much as I want to. I'll think more on that. Going to have a fun weekend with my friend Emily and her daughter at the Pow-Wow that my city has once a year. C'mon, beautiful Native American boys with long brown hair and wonderful costumes?? Oh heck ya! I am a 16th Cherokee anyway! Hee, heee.
Cheerio!


