I started getting belly rumblings last night at book club, I was happy when I woke up this morning feeling a little better. I dragged the boy and we went to meet my aunt at the trunk show. In the cold, damp,drizzle I managed to break even, the boy however was buying and selling like a pro. My aunt had my great uncles wool coat and that saved me from freezing most of the morning……thanks Uncle Joe. ❤ By the time I left my head felt three sizes too big, I was glad that I had made soup earlier in the week. I slept for about an hour then headed off to the winery.Here is where this gets tricky….
I was happy that the Aleve D stopped my nose from continuously running, but I really had to force myself to go to work. First they still aren’t letting me out of the kitchen, I was hired to waitress but seem to be trapped in the kitchen and second I wanted to be in bed. I went in and just started prepping for the night. The husband part of owner team had just come back for the store and he offered me a snack, I declined because I didn’t feel good and was just fine with my ginger ale. The wife part of the team asked me if I was all caught up, to which I answered yes….and then she disappeared.
The husband then proceeds to tell me she is upstairs pouting because he offered me a snack before her…….he shouldn’t have told me that……or the part about her going to his facebook page and there was some kind of comment about big racks? I swear that I am not making this up!
She comes down like two and a half hours later and is now working side by side with me, talking at me but not looking at me……I couldn’t do it. I didn’t feel good and I didn’t deserve that and I started crying (because that’s what my nose needs right now) I couldn’t/haven’t stopped since. Obviously I couldn’t work like that, she let me go home and I blamed it on the fact that I didn’t feel good….which is partially true. I still have this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. Is this what it will be like working for them? This is not what I signed up for!
I was still teary eyed when I came home and the girl followed me into the bedroom where I was putting on my jammies. She wouldn’t let it go until I told her and me being the over dramatic mom that I am grabbed her boob and said “these” and I then grabbed her face and said “and this pretty face will always cause trouble.” It’s sad but true, people always treat me different. I know this for a fact because I didn’t grow my boobs until my metabolism changed around 37 yrs old. I went from a 32C to a 34DD in one year….it has not been fun.
So what do I do……stick it out and see if it gets better…..or just start looking again and hope that I am lucky enough to find something? I doubt that I will find something as unique…..in the end it’s only about the money anyway…..right?
Maybe my outlook will be different when I feel better, I am just so tired of everything always being so hard……Zia