Sick again...for the 2nd time since moving. What the heck? My only guess is that it's the constant fight with allergies...allergies that I never used to have. Argh.
In more interesting news, I started work at the flower shop yesterday. Totally unexpectedly. V. dropped me off at the coffee shop, where I wait for 2 hours before starting my first job, and while I was there I decided to check my e-mail (which I don't usually even do). The boss of job #2 had sent a message confirming that I would be starting that day (yesterday). What?! Here I had been waiting for the past week and a half to hear from her when I would start and beginning to wonder if I even still had the job in the first place.
I looked like crap in my old brown pants and hooded thermal shirt. Well, crap for a first day of work anyway. Not to mention, I wasn't feeling well and I had to walk the 45 minutes between job #1 and job #2 in order to work both places without a car. I mumbled curses under my breath the whole way. It was hot. My pants were shrunk too short. My throat hurt. I felt fat. I didn't have any lipstick. There was too much traffic. My shoes felt clunky.
BUT--I will say that once I got there and actually got started...I enjoyed it a lot. Even in my sick state of body and mind. I came home with a fever and a sore throat from hell. I'm still sick and have to work again all day today (because I don't feel like I can call in sick for the 2nd day of a new job--ugh, it's not fair!).
One of my biggest worries (or more like a feeling of dread) was that the customers (excuse me, I mean "clientele") would be snobby, bitchy, and mean (since this is what the owner warned me they would be like--except she used the words "ego-tripping" and "intimidation"). They drip with money. But so far, I've found that they are as nice to me as I am to them. One couple even came back later just so that I could meet their dog. Another woman wanted my name so that I could work with her again next time.
The weirest part is just working in a flower shop again--especially one where I'm the new girl. I grew up in a flower shop. It feels like someone switched the stage out from under me and completely redid the set design, but it's basically the same play...and I'm supposed to carry on as though nothing happened while simultaniously playing a new part.
*(btw, if I owe you an e-mail or haven't visited your blog in awhile, please forgive me. i think i may be temporarily out of commision). not to mention, my computer fried while i was at work (why am i having so much bad luck in one day?)!!! this old laptop is like a grinding dinosaur and takes forever just to load a page...)