Domestic Geek

My good friend, Traci (from college - UNC), and I went out for lunch today. We were supposed to go yesterday, but a little too much partying Monday night had her feeling under the weather. I have the best time when she and I get together. I really need to get off my duff and spend more time with her. She has so much energy and is so motivational. She has got an amazing memory, too. She always talks about the stuff we did then that I don't remember at all. She was telling me about how she respected the frankness and confidence I had then. I lost that somewhere down the line. I have absolutely no confidence in myself anymore. What caused that? The gaining of almost 100 lbs., the horrible breakup with my ex, the failed teaching career, the bitter seclusion I put myself in after my mother's death, a combination of all of the above? *sigh* Anyway, she wants me to design a web site for her business. She's a technical writer. That should be cool. She recently got herself a motorcycle and took riding lessons. I am soooo jealous. I've always wanted a motorcyle. Marcus isn't too keen on the idea, but I've decided it's something I'm going to own one day.

Well, the manager did finish the prep. Thanks for small favors. It turns out the assistant mgr. did the food order this weekend, but he left it on the wrong guy's voicemail. When the lady called on Sunday for the order, he gave it to her again. The first guy checks his voice mail on Monday morning and instead of checking with the person who is supposed to take the orders to see if an order for this store was placed, he sends the order to the warehouse and it gets delivered on Tuesday. Morons. I also can't believe the driver, seeing that this huge order was obviously a mistake if he had to leave stuff outside the store, just dropped everything off without asking any questions. Imbiciles. Not all of the stuff that was deliverd was picked up and the manager forgot to tell the closing manager about the fiasco. I bet that poor guy was pulling his hair out trying to figure out why the inventory last night was all screwed up.