Work
School is getting better as I am getting a hold on my time management. My first job has become more grief than anything else. I was cut back to only two days a week and so I had to find a second job. The new job is far better than I could have expected. My new boss honestly loves her job and enjoys all aspects of owning and operating a cafe. She however wants employees that she can trust and who will take charge.
My interview for my new job was longer than I had expected and I don't think any of us noticed the passage of time. We talked about my love of baking, and how I some day dream of having my own cafe. We talked in depth about how she chose her coffee, her teas and all the items she serves. I was fascinated and could have listened to here all day. I could see the love of here cafe on her face and could hear it in her voices. She spoke fondly about how the kids would come in before and after school to get a snack and it was clear it was the highlight of here day.
After we were finished talking I had to meet with her business partner and husband. He went on to ask me a few basic questions and to explain the job and hiring process in greater detail. Before I knew it we too were engrossed in conversation, speaking of my current job and a few of my past work experiences. After the interview I remember thinking on how that did not feel anything like an interview.
It was exactly one day before I got a call asking me to come in for a one week trial.. my first week flew by and in so I feel I gained a friend who has lots of knowledge to share.
A Baby Shower
My sister was charged with throwing here friend a baby shower. She was under a lot of stress and could not figure out where to begin. She had no help and my mother the professional pastry chef, and myself the party planning guru and culinary student, took pity and help her plan an amazing party.
The week of the party proved to be exceptionally stressful for me, with work, school and trying to manage relationships I was at the end of my energy. I decided to work some magic and got Saturday of from everything.
My plan was to spend Saturday with my ex whom I was trying to get back into a relationship with, and to relax. He was going to come over Friday night and stay until Sunday morning. unfortunately I was asked to come in for 2 hours on Saturday and that morning I was called in a panic to help with my sisters decorations as she was too short to do it alone. What should have been a relaxing morning was now full of frantic rushing around.
The Ex Is Back
I decided that of all the men I ever dated there was one I honestly could spend the rest of my life with and be more than happy. Every single person I dated was held to high standards that this person set and after trying to find a guy who who sweep me off me feet I decided to just marry the ruler.
I made every effort to show that everything I said to him was true and we decided to start dating again but with caution. We decided that once we were officially back together that was it. We would never break up again and so we had to be sure.
It was a few dates before he spent the night but once he did I felt better and better about the choice I made.
Before I knew it there were text and phone calls planning or possible future except this time there was an elephant in the room and it was job to say something. I had two test I had to pass, one I had to talk to my mother about how although I was back in Philly and we were talking I was still Vixc B and that was not going to change, the other I had to show I can express my concerns, fears, dislikes and be vulnerable.
All of this is a part of proving to my self and no one else that I can be in a mature adult relationship and that I have traded conforming for compromising.
