Everything Is NOT What It Seems

I don't know how many of you don't know, yet, but I got a job. I will start on Black Friday. Yes, this is crazy, but it's when they need me. Whenever I go on Monday, that is when training will begin. Where? Oh right. At Macy's. Yes, I will working for the big red star. I am in recovery. Well, until the 6th. On the 6th, I will become a Men's Department Associate. At least that's how I understood it. Now, I may have heard it wrong. It may just be Friday and Saturday that I'm working recovery. Either way, it's a paycheck. But I have a month to prove myself so that I can stay on and become a regular employee. It shouldn't be too too hard because they all liked me a lot it seemed. I had ALL the right answers the other day. For once, I was cool and confident instead of cockyish. I had to sell myself, and I finally figured out how. At any rate, I have something more for my resume. Oh. Hours. 6-close, which will be 6-midnight soon enough. I am working a day shift Friday and Saturday, however. THAT could be interesting.

Surprise, Surprise

Got a job today. That is all. Details tomorrow. Headache right now.

Well, Isn't THIS Interesting?

What is it about him calling me "suze" that instantly melts me? Anytime he says it I'm just left in a puddle going, "whatever you want, dear." And I'm pretty sure he knows this because he does it quite often. We were fake fighting about snuggies the other day and he says something that ended with "suze" and I was like "ok, you win". It's that simple. But it's only him. Anybody else calls me that and they get "the look". Lol. Nobody had called me that in years until he did. They all knew better. It's the same with "Susie", which, thankfully he hasn't done yet. Not sure how I'll react. Oh, who am I kidding? I'll probably melt then, too. I ain't wrapped around his pinky or anything...