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Jun. 15th, 2007
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Jun. 15th, 2007 02:37 amSo it's been a CRAZY two days...Tuesday as I was on my way to work, Nico called me from Taco Bell. I picked up because I knew they couldn't possibly be calling me in early, lol.
Nico was all, "So, like...how happy are you here? In Mountain Home?" Answer: Okay, for now, but I don't want to live here forever.
So then he launches into this spiel--our boss's boss, Mr. Byrd, the regional manager, has asked him if he'd be interested in taking an assistant manager position in Jonesboro. He's seriously considering it, would start in 30 days, and wants to know if I'll move with him 'cause he doesn't know anyone there. Well, I told him I wasn't really sure. Worked my shift, talked with Kat online for a while 'cause I FINALLY worked a night and didn't close, and she hadn't been online in well over a week, then went out to his house.
We talked more, discussing the pros and cons of his going. (BTW: Sierra Mist with Midori melon liqueur=OMG. Sweet and yumtastic.) I basically told him that 30 days was WAY too soon for me and I didn't want to go now, but that it might be a possibility after my lease was up in January. (Ken says that I could probably get out of my lease if I said my job was moving me, but still.) We talked about me taking a daytrip over there with him to look at apartments and stuff. Started planning his farewell bash.
He had made up his mind by the time I left, he was going to take the job. He was going to go into TB and accept.
Well, that was great. Sure, I would have missed him like crazy and would have been over in Jonesboro once every couple of weeks (or less, it's like two hours away), but like I told him--"You have the chance to get the hell out of this town, and better yet not come crawling back after six months, the chance that most of us dream of." I wouldn't want to keep him from that.
But then around one the next afternoon he called me. "Ken just called me. Steve (one of our current assistant managers) just quit, so he wants me to stay here. He can't promote anyone else and he doesn't want to hire outside the company. What do you think?"
I still told him to go. He said he'd asked April and she'd told him to go.
At 2:30 he showed up my house and told me he was staying. *facepalm*
Well...I don't know. It's his career, his not wanting to move away from where he has friends. And I'm certainly glad I'm not losing one of the only two friends I have locally (the other being Jacqui). But at the same time that makes me feel kind of selfish. (Like when Kat left. I know there's no chance in hell that she could be as happy here as she is in Canada.)
So yeah. That was really an emotional upheaval. We were literally planning his goodbye party and then now he's not going. Wow.
Then yesterday night I went to work, and as soon as I got in the door and on headset Rachel (who was in charge) was all, "Hey, can you stay and close?" I thought I WAS closing, but Ken had changed the schedule and I was now supposed to get off at 10. Ooookay. She explained that Steve had HAD to leave because there was no one to watch his kid, but he was supposed to be back at nine. If he showed up all was well, but if not she needed me to close. So I said sure, especially since I thought I was supposed to close anyway.
Long story short, we were EXTREMELY shorthanded and the night was HELL. At 9:10 she called Steve and he was all "Oh, I had no idea I was supposed to be there, let me call Ken..." Ken didn't answer since (as I found out later) he didn't recognize the number. So Rachel called Candise in, then called Ken herself--he answered for her, since he knows the Taco Bell number.
They came in, let us get caught up, and since neither Rachel nor I had had breaks, we actually got to make our own food and eat it in the office on the clock. (For those who don't work there, making your own food is a big deal--usually we're not allowed because it's too tempting to overportion. And I admit I SO did, lol) ^_^ Rachel had already promised me free food since it was impossible for her to give me a break, but that was doubly cool.
We were out of there in just over an hour (a typical time), but we half-assed a lot. I'm sure the place looked like crap--but then I think we should be able to get away with it occasionally (and last night was SO justifiable circumstances), because everything we do gets done AGAIN 24 hours or less later. So whatever.
Went out to Nico's afterward, watched him and April finish a game of Monopoly, drank more Midori mixed in lemonade. ^_^ Good shit, that. Citrusy and sweet.
So yeah. Really all over the map emotionally and stressfully. (I do believe I used that word out of context...oh well.) Today was (thank GOD) my day off.
I went and saw Pirates 3 tonight, but that's an entry in and of itself, and I think I want to think about it more--maybe even see it again--before I talk too much. (I don't know if I'll see it in theaters again, though. So maybe not. But then again everyone is telling me it's better the second time around.)
So good night, good luck, and congrats to Nico, who's FINALLY got the job he should have gotten a year-and-a-half ago. ^_^
Nico was all, "So, like...how happy are you here? In Mountain Home?" Answer: Okay, for now, but I don't want to live here forever.
So then he launches into this spiel--our boss's boss, Mr. Byrd, the regional manager, has asked him if he'd be interested in taking an assistant manager position in Jonesboro. He's seriously considering it, would start in 30 days, and wants to know if I'll move with him 'cause he doesn't know anyone there. Well, I told him I wasn't really sure. Worked my shift, talked with Kat online for a while 'cause I FINALLY worked a night and didn't close, and she hadn't been online in well over a week, then went out to his house.
We talked more, discussing the pros and cons of his going. (BTW: Sierra Mist with Midori melon liqueur=OMG. Sweet and yumtastic.) I basically told him that 30 days was WAY too soon for me and I didn't want to go now, but that it might be a possibility after my lease was up in January. (Ken says that I could probably get out of my lease if I said my job was moving me, but still.) We talked about me taking a daytrip over there with him to look at apartments and stuff. Started planning his farewell bash.
He had made up his mind by the time I left, he was going to take the job. He was going to go into TB and accept.
Well, that was great. Sure, I would have missed him like crazy and would have been over in Jonesboro once every couple of weeks (or less, it's like two hours away), but like I told him--"You have the chance to get the hell out of this town, and better yet not come crawling back after six months, the chance that most of us dream of." I wouldn't want to keep him from that.
But then around one the next afternoon he called me. "Ken just called me. Steve (one of our current assistant managers) just quit, so he wants me to stay here. He can't promote anyone else and he doesn't want to hire outside the company. What do you think?"
I still told him to go. He said he'd asked April and she'd told him to go.
At 2:30 he showed up my house and told me he was staying. *facepalm*
Well...I don't know. It's his career, his not wanting to move away from where he has friends. And I'm certainly glad I'm not losing one of the only two friends I have locally (the other being Jacqui). But at the same time that makes me feel kind of selfish. (Like when Kat left. I know there's no chance in hell that she could be as happy here as she is in Canada.)
So yeah. That was really an emotional upheaval. We were literally planning his goodbye party and then now he's not going. Wow.
Then yesterday night I went to work, and as soon as I got in the door and on headset Rachel (who was in charge) was all, "Hey, can you stay and close?" I thought I WAS closing, but Ken had changed the schedule and I was now supposed to get off at 10. Ooookay. She explained that Steve had HAD to leave because there was no one to watch his kid, but he was supposed to be back at nine. If he showed up all was well, but if not she needed me to close. So I said sure, especially since I thought I was supposed to close anyway.
Long story short, we were EXTREMELY shorthanded and the night was HELL. At 9:10 she called Steve and he was all "Oh, I had no idea I was supposed to be there, let me call Ken..." Ken didn't answer since (as I found out later) he didn't recognize the number. So Rachel called Candise in, then called Ken herself--he answered for her, since he knows the Taco Bell number.
They came in, let us get caught up, and since neither Rachel nor I had had breaks, we actually got to make our own food and eat it in the office on the clock. (For those who don't work there, making your own food is a big deal--usually we're not allowed because it's too tempting to overportion. And I admit I SO did, lol) ^_^ Rachel had already promised me free food since it was impossible for her to give me a break, but that was doubly cool.
We were out of there in just over an hour (a typical time), but we half-assed a lot. I'm sure the place looked like crap--but then I think we should be able to get away with it occasionally (and last night was SO justifiable circumstances), because everything we do gets done AGAIN 24 hours or less later. So whatever.
Went out to Nico's afterward, watched him and April finish a game of Monopoly, drank more Midori mixed in lemonade. ^_^ Good shit, that. Citrusy and sweet.
So yeah. Really all over the map emotionally and stressfully. (I do believe I used that word out of context...oh well.) Today was (thank GOD) my day off.
I went and saw Pirates 3 tonight, but that's an entry in and of itself, and I think I want to think about it more--maybe even see it again--before I talk too much. (I don't know if I'll see it in theaters again, though. So maybe not. But then again everyone is telling me it's better the second time around.)
So good night, good luck, and congrats to Nico, who's FINALLY got the job he should have gotten a year-and-a-half ago. ^_^