Okay, let’s take those adjectives one at a time. First off, my boss at a certain home decor shop which I don’t even want to say the name of right now gets under my skin like no one else has in a long time. If she doesn’t think I’m doing my job properly, why doesn’t she just let me go now? Do I not leave that store much cleaner than I found it every time I go in there? Why does she always feel the need to bitch at me about cleaning? In the book Nickel and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreich, she describes working for a maid service. She remarked that it seemed like the women whose houses she cleaned didn’t care as much about the how clean things were, but that they mostly just wanted to see someone on her hands and knees scrubbing. I think I could do everything perfectly and my boss wouldn’t be happy unless she goes on her spy camera and sees me slaving away. Does she text the other employees and tell them to dust everything and vacuum under all the furniture? I seriously doubt it. They hardly ever do any cleaning. I’m constantly cleaning up after them and doing their dishes. Grrr!!! I’m thoroughly annoyed. These next three weeks cannot end fast enough.
I’m nervous because tomorrow I may have to drive a car for the first time in two years. If I could do it without anyone else in the car, it would be fine. But Geoff will be there, watching me, laughing at every little mistake I make. And to make matters worse, it’s a manual, not an automatic. If I’ll kill it, I’ll die of embarrassment. We’re getting a used 99 VW Beetle. Hopefully. Geoff’s made all the arrangements, but we haven’t actually been able to look at it yet. We’re heading to Kaneohe tomorrow morning to check it out, and if everything is as the current owner says it is, we’ll be driving home a cute little blue bug. I’ve always wanted one. I shall do my best to drive it as little as possible though. Only when we have to carry something big, like cheesecakes that need delivering, or for when Emily is here, or we need to get to the North Shore but don’t want to take three hours.
The excitement from the car is bleeding over into the excitement about going horseback riding tomorrow. I haven’t been on a horse since I was a kid, probably at 5th grade camp. This is yet another potential opportunity for people to laugh at me, but I won’t be the only inexperienced rider, so that takes a little bit of the pressure off. It should be pretty awesome. Geoff’s never been on a horse before, so I know he’s thrilled. I wanted to get this for him for his birthday, but I just didn’t have the money at the time. I’m glad our friend Lindsay was able to hook us up. It shall be an adventure, indeed. I hope I don’t forget my camera.