Pauline told me she wanted to speak to me in her office this morning. “Oh shit!” I thought thinking the worse. I thought she was going to tell me she didn’t need me anymore or that I was doing a terrible job. I can be so sensitive and sanguine – a mole hill can become a mountain quickly.
“It has been a pleasure working with you!” she told me happily.
I blushed and smiled as I sat in her office. I hoped it wasn’t followed with, “but we need to part ways.”
“I wish I could offer you a paying position, but I don’t think you would be able to take it,” she said referring to my disability.
I had to remind her that I love my volunteer position and that it was actually very easy to perform. I am not tooting my own horn, but it did feel so good to hear that. That will keep my morale up for quite a long time.
Let’s Not Break a Little Dog’s Heart
I wasn’t going to walk this morning opting to sleep in an extra hour. Maggie got on the bed and basically begged me to go. I quickly got dressed and got Maggie ready with her harness and we were out the door. We once again walked down to the Circle K on Gilmer Avenue. Maggie got a Slim Jim and I got what I call a “chocolate milk” which is a coffee loaded to the hilt with sugar and cream.
Learned the name of the third shift clerk this morning. His name is Marty. We’ve kind of developed a report he sees me so much.
“Howdy Marty,” I said as I shook his hand over the counter. “My name is Andrew!”