Well it's monday. And it's a holiday to everyone but me. I work at the mall, therefore holidays are exempt for me. I do have to work but it's not until 7.00 tonight. I'm not really worried about it, I'll probably just be doing stock. I am closing with another person and a manager, which seems weird. I think they are just preparing in case it's busy. I'm kind of waiting for them to call me and tell me not to come it. They warned me this weekend that shifts will be cut this coming week. Not looking forward to THAT. I'm barely making 10 hours a week and now they are going to cut some of my shifts? That sucks. Nicholas actually brought me home the classifieds so I can look for another job. It's not that I want to leave my job, I'm quite comfortable there, but I can't survive on the small paychecks that I'm getting.
So I got a phone call this morning from Michael. I didn't answer because I didn't recognize the number, but now I'm kicking myself for not picking up. Apparently he's moving to L.A. and can't bring the cat, Cicero. So, I guess for now Cicero is coming to live with me. I can't really think what else to do with him. I don't want to just drop him off at a pet adoption agency, and I DEFINITELY don't want to bring him to the pound. If anyone knows of anybody that would be willing to take Cicero, I would appreciate the help. I already have my hands full with the two pups. I've done the three kids thing before and it worked out well, but I kinda don't want to do it again. Honestly I can't AFFORD to do it again.
I didn't have to work yesterday so I actually did some sewing. I was working on two bags at the same time and they are just about finished. These two are made only to be sold. I will not be carrying them around or anything. They will sit off to the side until I have enough bag styles collected to either present to a boutique or offer them to my moms friends. I may just have a trunk show at one of my mom's parties and sell them to her friends. That seems the least intimidating way to do it. Of course I don't even have two bags ready and I'd like to have at least fifteen or so to sell. So I've got a long way to go.
Last night after Nick got off work we went out to dinner with my parents. I think he's more relaxed around them now because he wasn't talking so much. Of course he still carried most of the conversation but it wasn't overwhelming. After dinner we went back to my parent's house where Nick and my dad enjoyed a drink of scotch. My mom and I just chatted about my job. Both my parent's understand why I'm not looking for another job, but they still think I should be asking for more hours. It's not about asking for more hours, it's just that they have so many people on staff that they have to spread the hours out. I can almost understand why they have so many people on staff. It's much easier to have only a five hour shift when you're dealing with such intense conditions. I couldn't imagine working 40 hours there. I would be mentally and physically drained all the time. I get drained after a three hour shift. And that's nothing compared to doing parties!
Speaking of parties, they sprung one on me the other night. It wasn't too bad but I was totally unprepared for it. I was able to pull myself together and do it. I think it went well enough and the kids had a good time, which I guess is all that matters. The party mom seemed pleased too, which is a good thing. The only thing that sucked was that they only got five dollar tee shirts (which are crappy) so the kids were a little dismayed at that. But we got through it. I was supposed to have a party on saturday, but they never showed up. How do you forget you have a birthday party? It's the second one that's flaked out on me. I will admit I was a little relieved that they didn't show. Parties on a saturday is just chaos. It's already busy in the store and then add in another group of kids going crazy. Nuts.
Well, I should get ready for Cicero to show up. He's literally going to be here in an hour. I guess Michael and his wife are leaving for L.A. today. I don't really know the circumstances but it seems like it was a last minute thing. Well, I wish him the best.