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June 17 Seriously?So I'm about to close the store and in walks a customer with her 10ish year old daughter. I tell them that I have to close the store in 5 minutes, and she says fine and slowly wanders away to browse. My co-worker asks her if we can help, and she says she wants a skirt. When we asked if she wanted casual or dressy, her response was that she worked on 5th street. On our 5th street we have everything from a head shop to a Christian book store, so ummmm, casual or dressy? We get her into a dressing room, and her daughter keeps bringing her in stuff. We tell her that we have locked the doors, and we need to close out our tills, and she has 2 more minutes. She comes slowly, out about 5 minutes later, puts some stuff on the counter, and walks away to check something else out that has caught her eye. I then tell her that head office will be calling soon to find out why we haven't closed, and sent in our daily report, and she asked if they would be mad. My co-worker said they would be, and she said something like "poor you, that's sad". Her whole demeanor was holier than thou, and that we should be happy that she came to shop in our store. I asked her what store she worked in, and she said, "Oh, we own Jacob's Well" the Christian Book Store. We finished the transaction and then she asked if she could stay in the store and browse while we cash out, and when we said no, she said, "Oh, of course, we own a store, I should know that." When she left I realized, she never once apologized for making us stay open late, she never once rushed to get her shopping done quickly, a never once gave any thought for me, or my co-worker. I was in a rush and had to drive to Nanaimo to pick up my kids, 1 1/2 hours away, and my co-worker had already put in a 9 hour day. Her rudeness, and holy attitude reminded me why I won't go back to church. There are far too many of those types around. Until the next time. June 10 Summer PlansThe past few weeks have been not so much fun. Our family is mourning the loss of my step Mother, Franzi. As much as I realized she was unwell, I just didn't think she would go so soon. So I guess I'm feeling like I'm in denial. My Dad seems to be doing rather well, considering. My step sister Cassy, I don't know. How are you Cas? I haven't spoken much to her lately, but that isn't any different than before. I hope she's okay, and if you are reading this Cas, please call if you need anything.
Life still seems to keep moving forward though, and the kids are in full end of the school year mode. They have all kids of special things going on, fun days, preschool graduation, swim up to Cubs from Beavers. I'm still working, and getting more hours now. Time seems to be at a premium. I did manage to get away this past weekend with some girlfriends though, and it was a perfect time. We had great weather, beautiful beaches, fun shopping, and a few relaxing drinks by the fire. It was like a tropical vacation in my own back yard. Where is this paradise? Hornby Island. So beautiful! I came home refreshed and ready to get back to the grind. Okay, so maybe I was a little too relaxed, and maybe I had a bit of a hard time getting back on track, but I'm doing good now.
Mike is off tomorrow to bicycle from Victoria to Comox on a fundraising ride. I think he'll have a good time doing that, even though I would much rather he stay home and put on my baseboard trim. Maybe I can get him to take some time off sometime soon to accomplish that task. I would love to have a small get together for friends and family sometime around our birthdays in mid July, but I need the house in order first.
We've been enjoying well above average temperatures, and the need for a backyard pool this summer is becoming more and more evident. I just don't know if we can afford it. I've been scouring ads for a used one, but so far no luck. I need to have the shed cleared out and moved off our property (read torn down), in order to have a spot to set up a pool. The ground needs to be really level to set up a pool, and Mike doesn't want a dead spot in the grass, so the cement RV pad has been designated. We would need to pour some sand on the uneven cracked cement, but it would be easier to level that spot than any other. Anyone want to donate a backyard pool? I think it'll go a long way to keeping us sane this year.
Zach would be happy to spend his summer at Miracle Beach skim boarding though. It seems he has some talent. Which reminds me, I need to call the instructor I heard about and get him some lessons. Off I go.
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