February 01, 2005
strange things... the sequel
I have to say I am feeling bad for feeling good about yesterday (it's 4:33 am, I woke up and here I am..and a day off, too!)
Yesterday was a pretty good day...other than Billy has been very sick for a few days now (day after his 13th Birthday, Happy teenage Birthday, Billy!) I think I will try and get him in to a doctor today, which means a trip to emergency as there are not enough docs in this town to actually make an appointment in the near future.
Brody and I both had the day off so we decided to head downtown early for when the bank opened. I received a cheque on Friday, an Alberta Family Income rebate, $250.00 which comes twice a year, sort of a supplement for lower income families. Perfect timing as I was rather broke and payday is not until Thursday. So off we went, getting there thinking the bank opens at 9, its 10 so we went to A&W and had a nice breakfast together, it's always nice to have the chance to talk to him as a grown up, something I still can't actually believe has happened, seeing I left the island when he was 19.5 and didn't see him until he is almost 21. Very strange indeed. It is so good having him here.
The thought train is all over the place this morning..I trully think the meds are not quite working yet. I am definately somewhat manic today.
We then went to Superstore to get some popsicles for sick little Billy at home, and funny I still see him as so young, but as with all men/man children, they are babies when they are ill. :-) Sorry guys, we all know this is true!
As we are entering, Belinda is out having a smoke (she used to be front end bakery supervisor, recently moved to produce.. her and Travis are friends out of work, also) she says to me that Travis has walked out and gone home...something I would not do on a day working alone (I don't think?). He has left 4 racks of bread to finish baking and be depanned, about 400 loaves. Apparently, once I go inside, grab the things I want and head to the bakery to talk to Sheila..he was crying ... actually crying about the "stressful day" and doing the order (his job seeing he is assistant supervisor, back end, and loves to push this fact around)..then LEFT. I didn't offer to stay, screw that, I need a day off too. He had been off the day before, and Sunday is the worst day.
Point of the story? I feel good about it. I feel bad about feeling good, but I still feel GREAT.
I am surely evil and shall be damned for being so.
Posted by hellonwhls on February 1, 2005 03:33 AM
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