Wednesday already? Not that I’m complaining but I haven’t posted about the weekend yet. It was, as predicted, a rainy weekend. Hubby got in late Friday night so we went out to dinner. The place was so incredibly loud that we could barely hear each other. Saturday I did the normal things; gym, groceries, etc… I met a homeless man while I was coming out of the grocery store. He told me he and his family lived behind the store. I asked him if he was aware of all that is available to him in town. He said he was a frequent visitor of the local soup kitchen. He said he was waiting for his disability to come in and then rolled up one of his dirty pant legs to reveal a horrific swelling in one of his legs. Apparently during brighter days while working he suffered a broken shin bone and it healed up without any treatment leaving him with a limp and severe disfiguration. Man, you never realize how good you have it. When I asked him why he and his family were living behind the store he told me that they had looked into a shelter but where he has a daughter that they would all be separated. He introduced himself to me and shook my hand. His name is Joe. Then he joined someone else homeless in the parking lot and they walked away. I left feeling like there was more I should have done.
The Weasel went to the vets on Saturday afternoon. We drove through a torrential downpour and passed a motorcycle funeral procession on the way. The Weasel was so active in the car that I had to really pay attention to the road. At one point I had to pry her off the steering wheel while reminding her to leave the driving to the one human in the car that has eyesight. Once there the vet was as amazed as I hoped he’d be regarding her recovery. Unfortunately she hasn’t gotten her eyesight back and the vet seems to think she probably won’t at this point. He also said that surgery isn’t needed at this point which is also great news.
We were supposed to go the Quinceanera of a friend of a friend but of course given the weather decided to stay in. The rest of our weekend was pretty uneventful to say the least. I never did hear back from the friends about the trip to Monument Valley so I’m unsure if we are still going or not.
Monday I went to the gym. I’m still doing the Latin dance classes there. This particular class gets packed quickly so it is important that one arrive early. You can’t enter the gym without checking in at the front desk first with your key card. Several times now when I’ve arrived there is only one person behind the desk checking people in. It never fails that someone forgets their key card and the attendant needs to search for them manually in the system. They rattle off their addresses, phone numbers, first-born, etc… This was the case Monday night. Then the phone rings so the attendant stops to take the call. The line was out the door. I could see into the class area that people were already filtering in. Patience was definitely not my virtue that evening. Now when they know that a class that usually has 80-100 attendees in it is about to start wouldn’t it stand to reason that their front desk area be fully manned? Seems like a no-brainer to me.
So I did what any fed-up person would do. I walked out of the line and headed towards the sacred inner sanctum. I felt freedom. I felt joy. Yay! Of course I’d check in later. No sirens were sounding. No muscle-headed juice heads were assembling for attack.
Warning! Warning! Ornery blond approaching gym! Intercede with caution!
No, there was none of that. The smile faded from my face when I heard this:
I knew instantly he was referring to me. I turned around and now the whole line of people were staring at yours truly. I figured I was either their new hero for the day or the new wonder byotch in work-out gear.
“Are you the only one working here?” I asked, trying hard to not sound annoyed.
“Yes,” he replies with a smile. “I’ll get you checked in in just a second.”
So I go back to my place in line fully aware of the eyes that are boring holes in my hot pink t-shirted back. Given that my ‘give a damn’ was vacationing in Fiji without me I took it in stride. Hubby and I joked about it later on when I got home. I’m not usually one to make a scene but hey, if it spreads light on the fact that the darn front desk needs to be fully manned during high traffic hours then so be it. I really hope he told his manager on me. I really do.
Well, the new dress arrived today. This is the one I posted about a few weeks ago. Yay! I guess I know what I’ll be wearing tomorrow to work. 🙂