it was a sad sad day, i must say...

So this is one of those occasions where I'm blogging twice in one morning. For those of you who are new to the blog, it doesn't happen all that often, so not to worry. I just had a thought and I thought I better grab it before it's gone. So, Ben & I go to Chipotle practically every week, practically every week I tell you. Do we get sick of it? No, we do not. I won't tell you which day, I have to keep some things private, you know. I mean geez, this is the internet after all. But one of the guys who works there just announced that it was his last day, because he's moving to New York. How sad is that! I won't tell you how often he gave us coupons for free guacamole and free burritos, because I wouldn't want to get him in trouble. I will tell you that whenever he saw us in line, he always left his cash register duties to go get me some limes from the back, and he always had my water cup ready etc... because he knew I would be asking. We liked talking to that guy about his car troubles and his puppy. Those little 60 second conversations really make a person feel chumly. There is another lady who works there (who Ben likes to call Rosita) and that is meant in the nicest possile way. (I probably shouldn't be posting that on the internet. Someone will take it the wrong way for sure.) We don't know her name, so we have to call her something. We love that lady! And she hasn't been there for quite some time. So Chipotle is changing. They are all new faces there, and none of them knows I want limes from the back. It's really sad. I'm not trying to make you sad just because I am sad. I just needed to remember the good ole days, because this is a part of our history together. (My history with Ben, I mean.) I'm not kidding. We eat there almost every week! And this has been going on for years, I tell you. It's like Cheers, except they don't serve alcohol. How would you feel if you went to watch Cheers and they had an all new cast? I don't think you would like it. I think you'd probably change the channel, wouldn't you? But I guess that's all you can expect from fast food. I mean who wants to make burritos for the rest of their life? I guess we'll just have to keep moving forward, but that doesn't mean we have to like it.

Ps. I felt bad about that one comment so I asked Ben and he said he thinks her name really is Rosita.

 

it's a brand new day...

I had a dream last night that I didn't get the job at Whole Foods. I was at Trader Joe's and they were having a company party when the lady from Whole Foods came over to talk with me. I asked why I didn't get the job and she told me my life was too exciting. ^_^ Then one of the cahiers from Traders asked me to join their company party. What does it mean?! Should I apply to Trader Joe's instead?! I'm so confused. Hehe. For those of you who are wondering, I haven't heard back yet. I was relieved when I woke up to find it was only a dream. I think I will call there today to find out what's going on. I did get a call yesterday from World Market and they want me to come in for an interview. I think I better go just in case.

 

a humble account of smarts and sympathy...

So, there are reasons for which someone might attend to a blog- lots of reasons. Today's reason is acknowledgement. I'd like to acknowledge that having a blog is perfectly logical and reasonable. Aside from all of the memorabilia, there is a record here, a historical account, data. Usually I don't blog about things unless they attach to some emotion, so there's no doubt there are gaps. Not to say that some days I'm not emotional. That's not what I'm saying. What I'm saying is that if there's a change in the weather, I'll probably not remark on it unless it has somehow ruined my plans, or created an opportunity for me, or shocked me. For instance, today is supposed to be the hottest day of the year. I probably would not have blogged about that had I not already been here. Which brings us around to the question; why am I here, anyway? You may have noticed that I often blog about people, especially if they've happened to have ruined my plans, created an opportunity for me, or shocked me. This post is kind of one of those, but also it's about a big pat on the back for turning ooey gooey feels to practical use. Do you remember about a year ago when I blogged about the baby mice? Well, yesterday the whole scene played out again, ending with a cardboard box of like critters and a phone call to the Friends of Wildlife. It was a fairly decent person that I fell in with there, I must say. I don't know if I mentioned it in my other post (called mice are people too), but there aren't too many "friends of wildlife" who could care less about a box full of little mousy rodents. Last time, after about five phone calls, I happened upon someone who was willing to help me. It just so happened that she knew of a "friend" in training who could use just such an intro into the life of rehabilitation. So it all worked out, but I didn't happen to save her number. So this time it was the same thing all over again, and guess who called me back? Same lady, which was kind of neat. I don't think she really remembered me & she didn't know who she had referred me to before. She thought she might refer me to the same individual, even though by this time she would no longer be a newbie, which was pretty decent I might add. So blah blah blah, I was able to give her the exact date of my phone call by referencing my blog, which led her to the exact date in her rescue journal, which had the exact record of me calling for help, & my name, & the newbie's name etc... etc.. etc.. So that was pretty cool and made me feel so official and handy. But what's even cooler is that this lady, before getting off the phone, was so sweet in considering all that the little baby mice would need for the night, (being that she would not be able to arrange a pick up until the next day). She carefully told me all the things I already knew, and I let her. Then she went over it again in her mind, trying to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. I would not have been very surprised if she had told me to throw in a wee little teddy bear. It was really sweet, especially since these are not exactly reputable members of the society of mammals, but tiny little outcasts. It makes me sad to think of the rough life they have ahead of them. But back to this warm hearted rescue lady, I really think she deserves some recognition, and that is my reason for being here. All in all, it was a win win. She gets to do what she loves, I get to tap tap tap on my little glass keyboard, & the wee little beasties get to scurry and cower and chew. Right now the little cuties are snuggled up next to a toasty rice sock in a cardboard box in the vacant fireplace. It seemed like a nice sheltered place for them to be, and the iron grate adds a pleasant cradle effect. Gotta go, they just started squeaking for their breakfast.