So an impromptu bachelor party has left me date-less on a Saturday night. Apparently the company of wives is frowned upon when allowing a bachelor to celebrate his last days. So after a great early performance of new works at On The Boards I was dropped off and left at home trying to determine: What to do in a new corner of the city on a Saturday night? This is when I realized I don’t have very many friends. In F.C. it didn’t really matter, but there’s something about Seattle that makes you want to go out, let your hair down, and order plenty of drinky drinks…which I may do, we’ll see…
I have an interview with a children’s theater on Tuesday, and even though it is in Kirkland, I am excited. Oh how I must temper my high hopes that this might be the ticket out of my current job. Some new tidbits I’ve learned: Owner is currently fostering her step-son’s 6 month old daughter sired by meth addict girlfriend, (baby is also deaf). I learn that meth-addict, now ex-girlfriend, has been known to show up at the dance store and spout profanities. (I can’t wait for this to happen, at least it would add some excitement to a dull job).
Manager was wearing a tight, short, pink tee that read: “I have need a new boyfriend.”
Co-worker/best friend of manager ignored me last Wednesday so profusely we actually sat in silence.
Co-worker/17 Year Old Surrogate Daughter got into a car accident on the way to work. I was left to man the store by myself. My dear friend, Sam, joined me while I waited for the manager to arrive and take over.
I was warned about the pervy UPS Man; Apparently he is prone to hitting on anything with legs. “He even asked my friend out, and she was, like, only 15 at the time!” The manager informs me. Surprisingly, I find myself a little disappointed when the UPS Man pays me no mind.
I keep dodging my age, as if admitting that I’m a good six years older than the manager will somehow lengthen the distance we already have between us. I listen to this 21 yr old girl and I realize that she is really a 14 yr old kid trapped in a grown up world with very little direction. OK, so I am someone with a fairly stable relationship/family life; But as I grow older I find it hard to be patient with other’s who enjoy endless turmoil and chaos. A long time ago I left those kinds of friends…now I’m stuck with working with someone whose problems are so deep rooted and chaotic all I can think of is: Therapy…and a little wisdom that comes with time.