It is officially crunch time.
Today is my darling dearest's 26th Birthday. I feel like I let him down this year, but I promise his first birthday as my husband will be awesome. This wedding is just sucking the life out of everyone.
It is a super joyous time, but the stress from it all is making C-man and I feel sick almost all the time. It feels like we'll never get there from here, but in a few short weeks we'll be in Hawaii as husband and wife and we'll get to relax. Something that we both deserve.
I've been running the store where I work for the past week and I'm pleased that things are going smoothly. So far no mishaps and we're almost done with the week. I'm sure my boss will be pleased to find his store didn't run itself into the ground while he was gone.
I'm secretly hoping that the two weeks I'm gone from work this place turns into a storm of epic proportions. I know it's wrong to wish failure on my place of business, but I really want my boss to understand how valuable I am and all the work I do here.
He complains that I talk back. That I'm sick all the time. If he asks for my opinion I give it, he doesn't always like it, but I'm not one to cower from a person. Respect is earned, not given and they don't pay me enough here for me to fear for my job.
While I'm gone I'm refusing to answer my phone. Yet again, they don't pay me enough for me to be on call 24/7.
This past week at work without my boss has been positively blissful. No one barking at me to take care of their personal business. No one getting on my ass for how I do things.
Only 45 minutes left and then I get to head home. Then we need to get ready to leave for Seattle. It's going to be a long weekend, but I can't wait to see my niece.
Every little bit counts, right?
