So, I'm taking yet another writing course. I hope to finally get my book finished this time around, but it is not coming easily. Not that it ever does. But I am that much closer to being finished! So there's that.
I have also finally started clearing out crap from my bedroom. I do need to get some bags of stuff to the dump. Or at least to the garbage bin here at work. It will happen. Somehow. I do have a friend who has offered to help me get stuff out of my place, between garbage and Value Village runs. Thankfully. It will save me the cost of a rental car or truck. Although, I'm still tempted to rent a vehicle anyway.
Almost a month ago I decided to get my nails done again. Just a little something to help perk me up a bit. It sort of helped. I got a fill done on them yesterday and changed the polish colour too. I go to a place where I can just walk in, rather than make an appointment. This is because I never know when I'll feel up to leaving my hidey hole on my days off. Depression is still alive and well, sadly. Such is life sometimes.
Also, the territory manager for my store called me this past Wednesday to let me know that a store in a different territory has an ad up looking for a store manager. He told me that he feels that I am ready to take on this role, and he wants to see me grow with the company. Yes, I applied, and made a point of including a cover letter addressed directly to the territory manager of that store. I also chatted with my store manager, and he agrees that I am pretty much ready to take on my own store. He addressed that we have different management styles - he's much more laidback than I am and he feels sometimes I'm too tough. And I get where he's coming from, but he hasn't realized yet that him being so laidback isn't really a good thing - his staff sometimes walks all over him or he doesn't see that they will slack off whenever they have the chance. Yes, me included, but only after I've got everything done that I need to.
It's been four months since Dad passed. It's hard to believe sometimes. When I'm having a bad day, feeling rotten for not keeping in touch better, I curl up in his sweater and just breathe. I am still in touch with my sister on a regular basis. She still wants me to move to Ontario, but I'm not sure that would be such a great idea. At my age, it would be difficult to start over in terms of a job and everything else. If I were younger, it wouldn't be so bad. But I'm in my early 50s, and even though I look younger than I am, my body gives my age away. Bleh. I did tell her that we need to wait until next summer. So, 2026, at the earliest. By then she should be stable enough to not feel like she absolutely needs me there. I will still visit, of course, now that I know I can do a payment plan for my flights.
In the meantime, I should be doing something more constructive than a blog update. So, off I go!
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