Happy First Shift

Today dawned rather too early for me as I had worked until 11pm and had to get up at 7am. It was a good kind of tired. My very first shift at my new second job is in the past now. It was really great. (superlative superlative superlative)!

The first indication that things were going to be wonderful was upon meeting the woman who was training me. She was a little dynamo with a great spirit that shone out from her like a beacon. When working with the elderly this is a huge asset, and this lady had it in spades. She is from MY tribe.

Somewhat less exhuberant was the brain misfire I endured in the middle of serving dinner. I was moving and groovin and right on the money until --=*wham*=-- I lost my momentum and fizzled to a halt. It was not catastrophic as my trainer was there and two servers were buzy zipping about, but it was very humbling. I just have to learn the names to associate with the faces of the 35 residents who come down for dinner. Once I have that down it will be much easier.

The other perk is that I get to have dinner at my job when I work the evening shift!
Last night was salmon with dill sauce, rice and veggies and a parfait for dessert. It was delish! (yum)

Life is wonderful when things lock into place. Click click click.

My piano moves on Friday morning and I clean out my home completely on Monday.
Look out resort town, I am officially there in 5 days.

:)

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Men with secrets tend to be drawn to each other, not becausethey wanttosharewhatthey know but because they need the company of the like-minded, the fellow- afflicted. —DeLillo, Don

Back in the Hotel

The Hotel is not in the Crystal city but it is in one of those towns I dream about all the time.
Sometimes when I am there, I don't have a reservation.
Sometimes, I don't have money to pay for my room.
Sometimes I get on the wrong elevator and go places that I would rather not be.

Last night to my shock, I realised I was staying in the same room as a gentleman friend of mine.
Then I realised we were lovers.
Then I realised that he was my friend of long ago who died of HIV/AIDS.

Then I woke up wondering what on earth would bring THAT on.
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I am driving a Van. It is full of people and we are on our way to a huge International Kite Festival.
I am driving because everyone else is drunk or stoned. We get to the Border and the Van gets searched.
Nothing in our Van!

We get to the Festival and one of the guys scurries over to the big Kahunas Van.
He takes out a stack of kites and brings them over.
The spars he loosens and out pop joints everywhere.
"How could you do that?" I said indignantly.
"AH they would never search his Van."
"Does he know you used him to smuggle drugs?"
"Oh brother, you are so damned dramatic."

This actually did happen.
And I dream about sometimes but in my dream we dont make it across the border.
bah
I am so dramatic.
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