Week recap

Longest. Week. Ever.

My work week is Sunday through Thursday.

Sunday was fine. Nothing special.

Monday was hell. I had some office work to do in the morning and then had to be at our other location (i.e., not the one I'm usually at) at noon for the closing shift. I was supposed to close with the new girl who had never closed before ever. I knew it was going to take some extra time but I wasn't too worried since the new girl strikes me as fairly on top of things. I had only ever worked one shift there before so I only kind of knew where things were. But, we'd figure it out. Except that she didn't show up. No call. Nothing. Not answering her phone. So it was only the guy doing the mid-shift and me all afternoon until four when we should have been three people. And then one of my co-workers from my regular location came in to help me close. It was like the blind leading the blind but we persevered. As it turned out, the new girl's mum had to go to the ER, she she had a rather good excuse. Not that that made the day any more fun since the afternoon was super busy. Rather more busy than I had expected it to be. After work, my co-worker and I met up with my roommate and some of her friends for a much needed drink.

Tuesday was okay. At the other location again but a bit more manageable. And I had a couple of my regular customers from my location come in towards the end of the night, which was a pleasant surprise.

Wednesday I was at my usual location which was like being home.

Thursday I was once again at the other location. But then I got to go dancing Thursday night which was wonderful.

Yesterday, I watched the Godfather Part 3. Why does everyone think it sucks so much? It's not as good as the other two, no, but it certainly stands with them. And then I went dancing again last night.

But not before stopping in at my bar for a drink and finding my ex already there. And not having a drink in the end because I said that I wasn't going to stay (there were other people there that I knew, but I was supposed to meet a friend after work somewhere else anyway). So I stood there with my jacket on not staying for almost an hour talking to him. And it was mostly okay. It felt a bit awkward but it was okay. We reiterated our plan to get together at some point soon, maybe for a movie, which didn't happen last Saturday as we had planned since I was in a really off mood most of the day--anti-social but didn't want to be alone and at a rather low point--relatively as compared to recently--in my recovering from the breakup. Of course, he also woke up from his afternoon nap at 9.30pm, which was pretty much too late anyway. So possibly we'll get together this coming week at some point. Maybe. He was insistent that I should phone him when my schedule for the week sorted itself out.

We'll see. Whatever we do, it's essentially going to be a date. Except not. I think I'm about ready for that. We'll find out, I guess.