I really should update this thing more, but I hardly ever really want to. It WAS one of my new years resolutions to update consistently but I don't know. Oh well.
Any way, onto some pictures because those are always fun.
things that happened this week:
i planted my first tomato plant(park's whoppers), we had portobello mushroom "burgers", i used my food processor a lot, i started taking iron pills, slept regularly sort of, and taught myself how to do a popcorn stitch. Convenient since it's nearly summer time and i have no use for crocheting.
this also happened:
(I copied and pasted this from my Tumblr, because i am a lazy goof)
first things first: i HATE IT when people accuse me of something they have no direct evidence to.
seconds things second: i LOVE IT when i am completely right about something.
what happened: A woman(who is a VP of a bank here, mind you)came through my line this evening. Her total came to 10.65$, she was talking to the woman behind her. She handed me a 10$ bill and began counting out 65 cents. I waited, then said “Woo! Perfect change!” and tilled it out, gave her her receipt. 10 minutes later, she comes in with her receipt and says “I gave you 20.65$, and you didn’t give me my 10$ back.” “No ma’am, you gave me exact change.” “Let me speak to yr manager. I’m in here ALL the time” I point to who she can talk to and she goes over there. Said manager tells me to pull my till so that we can count it up. Manager and I go into the money office, count it down. So we do, while the woman is standing there telling another manager “I know I gave her 20.65$, I only had 20$ bills in my wallet.”(Mind you, she had opened her wallet up to the exact spot that she got the money out of the first time, and there was only a 10$ bill in there.) and going on and on and on about it. Finally, we finished counting it down and I am 0.03$ short. Manager goes out there and explains to her how we counted it down and that I was 0.03$ short, so she had to have given me a 10$ bill or else I would have been 10$ OVER. She huffs and puffs and still swears up and down that she didn’t give me exact change. I, however, am huffing and puffing my chest out because I KNOW when I am not right and I KNOW when I am. Night manager counted my till an hour ago and I came up 100%. No money short, no money over.
Then I came home, started a bath, poured some Epsom salt in it and read some of my Deadly book while Josh cooked us up some dinner that I am now going to go enjoy.
Such is bliss.