Yesterday a semi lost control and dumped a load of warm tar all over northbound I-5. No one was hurt. However, the media is having a great time throwing around terms like “sticky situation.”
I’ve learned of a mysterious conglomerate of dance, pilates, yoga, and fitness called Nia. On the website I am encouraged to “Get Fit! Get Lose” but I can’t find a clear definition of what it is. This is all just so typical of everything here… (and I’m not going to define that).
I’m trying to talk my brother into staying with me this weekend while Josh attends a wedding in Canada. I even bribed him with the now infamous cupcake store. His 25th birthday is this Monday, how can he resist the lure of The Cupcake?
Yesterday, I spent three hours writing thank you notes to customers: “Just a little note to let you know how much we appreciate your business. As a local retailer we thrive off customer support. Please let us know how we can further assist you in your dancewear needs.” It was a long, tedious, task but it kept me busy. I am slowly realizing the inevitable: Despite what the owner claims, I am not able to make real changes at this dance store. I was naively hoping that by diplomatically sharing what had been successful in my past store might demonstrate real success. It will be a never ending battle with this organization, hence, I need to find a way to leave.
It is taking a full hour to get home in the afternoon from Fremont. This will wear me down, I can feel it. Reading a book on the bus is difficult, what with all the stopping and starting. We’re packed into these little buses pretty tightly, and everyone is bantering for a seat. It’s not longer novel or fun. Depression is setting in.