Hi. I'm blogging from my phone. Charlotte is rolling around at my feet. I'm getting some color on my skin. Bugs are crawling on me. Birds are chirping like crazy. It's a nice day. Two days off in a row makes me feel like a spoilt little shit. I love it.
I'm drinking the Starbucks blonde roast again. I probably won't purchase a coffee again for a while. Buying Starbucks is just what I do when I have nothing to do but lay out in the back yard. A hammock would be nice.
I've done a lot of yoga in the last 3 days. Mentally preparing myself for the next week of retail hell that is known as the Anniversary Sale.
I just talked to my mom on the phone. I miss home. My brother is going back to NY today. I'd like him to come live with us for a month. It's been discussed and probably won't happen, but I love him and think it would be cool.
I've realized lately that my managing style is kind of like my dad, which is probably why I drive some people insane. We'll be insanely busy and the stockroom is a mess and everyone is stressed, and I'm like chill out, what's the big deal, sell some shoes. And I know that bothers people, so I should be more empathetic but I cannot be sucked into their cesspool of stress and negativity. Otherwise I can't function.
I just drank a winged bug in my coffee. The morning sun is so intense. I just smacked a wasp with my phone. This is a great Wednesday.