“M” = MORON - A double edged sword…

“Excuse me, ma’am, but, don’t you have anything colder?"I looked at the prim and proper woman standing in front of me feeling as though I’d just stepped out of reality and into an episode of the Twilight Zone.She repeated her question as she shoved the bag of Crystal ice toward me as if to illiterate her question.....Colder than ice? Isn’t ice just about the coldest? She claimed the ice I had offered her was “half melted”. I held up the bag to examine the frozen little pellets of water. Half melted would indicate a bag half full of water. There was no free standing water, only frozen water pellets. “No, ma’am, I think we are out of the really cold stuff today."She huffed and claimed she would be shopping at Fry’s from now on if we can’t even offer decent ice!!!Don’t let the door knob hit ya!My baby boy is home! Finally home where he belongs! WHOOHOOO!He was released from the hospital at 12:30 am on June 5th. It was a long sleepless night for me. I kept him on the couch right next to me. I was so afraid he’d start vomiting again. Every little noise or movement out of him and I was wide awake, watching, waiting. Nothing. He slept pretty solidly too. He’s been doing great! He’s eating well and keeping it down! He’s going to be just fine. I firmly believe that being at home and around his family, now that he’s stable enough to do so, is going to speed up his recovery immensely. That is the really great thing going on!Outside of that, things are a little tense, a little rough. At least for me.The ex-girlfriend is calling my house again. The question is, why after all this time has she suddenly started calling again? School is out, she’s home for the summer. So, who let her know it would be ok to get back into contact? The behavior has been increasingly back stepping. Back into the immature, pre-teen mentality. I’ve been struggling with being treated rudely and basically like shit for the past month or two. Now, suddenly She’s calling again. It’s the pattern, beginning all over again. The same pattern every year. The first summer we experienced this metamorphosis, he ended up packing up and leaving on his own. No warning, no nothing, just one night I came home from work and all of his stuff was packed up and gone. I made it through last summer, only to get into the beginning of September before I came home at midnight and THREW everything he owned out onto the lawn and told him to have a nice life. I guess the third time is the charm. And, the absolute last!I shouldn’t have taken him back the second time any how.Here is the ”M” for ”MORON”.It looks like I am going to get that office manager position. It’s not been officially confirmed, so watch, I am probably shooting myself in the foot right now. It seems to me though, that my manager wants me in that position and I know he wants me out of the position I am in, so..... I guess right now he’s just waiting to get permission from the big guy to take me out of management and put me back down to food clerk. I like that. Food Clerk..... ahhh the ease of it all. I can get back to really enjoying my job again. I can’t wait! I think I will find out for sure by the end of this week. I close every night this week. Icky schedule. Hopefully, with any luck, the last of such schedules.....

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“Excuse me, ma’am, but, don’t you have anything colder?"I looked at the prim and proper woman standing in front of me feeling as though I’d just stepped out of reality and into an episode of the Twilight Zone.She repeated her question as she shoved the bag of Crystal ice toward me as if to illiterate her question.....Colder than ice? Isn’t ice just about the coldest? She claimed the ice I had offered her was “half melted”. I held up the bag to examine the frozen little pellets of water. Half melted would indicate a bag half full of water. There was no free standing water, only frozen water pellets. “No, ma’am, I think we are out of the really cold stuff today."She huffed and claimed she would be shopping at Fry’s from now on if we can’t even offer decent ice!!!Don’t let the door knob hit ya!My baby boy is home! Finally home where he belongs! WHOOHOOO!He was released from the hospital at 12:30 am on June 5th. It was a long sleepless night for me. I kept him on the couch right next to me. I was so afraid he’d start vomiting again. Every little noise or movement out of him and I was wide awake, watching, waiting. Nothing. He slept pretty solidly too. He’s been doing great! He’s eating well and keeping it down! He’s going to be just fine. I firmly believe that being at home and around his family, now that he’s stable enough to do so, is going to speed up his recovery immensely. That is the really great thing going on!Outside of that, things are a little tense, a little rough. At least for me.The ex-girlfriend is calling my house again. The question is, why after all this time has she suddenly started calling again? School is out, she’s home for the summer. So, who let her know it would be ok to get back into contact? The behavior has been increasingly back stepping. Back into the immature, pre-teen mentality. I’ve been struggling with being treated rudely and basically like shit for the past month or two. Now, suddenly She’s calling again. It’s the pattern, beginning all over again. The same pattern every year. The first summer we experienced this metamorphosis, he ended up packing up and leaving on his own. No warning, no nothing, just one night I came home from work and all of his stuff was packed up and gone. I made it through last summer, only to get into the beginning of September before I came home at midnight and THREW everything he owned out onto the lawn and told him to have a nice life. I guess the third time is the charm. And, the absolute last!I shouldn’t have taken him back the second time any how.Here is the ”M” for ”MORON”.It looks like I am going to get that office manager position. It’s not been officially confirmed, so watch, I am probably shooting myself in the foot right now. It seems to me though, that my manager wants me in that position and I know he wants me out of the position I am in, so..... I guess right now he’s just waiting to get permission from the big guy to take me out of management and put me back down to food clerk. I like that. Food Clerk..... ahhh the ease of it all. I can get back to really enjoying my job again. I can’t wait! I think I will find out for sure by the end of this week. I close every night this week. Icky schedule. Hopefully, with any luck, the last of such schedules.....

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