Weekend

Well another week has passed and I've survived. Work is slowly getting better. People still say they're glad that I'm there, and that's a lot. Is it wierd that I'm working twice as hard as I did at the other place but I'm happier? Not really, I guess. I felt rather useless at Holloway. At Stillings, I'm a vital part of what's going on. When I get things right, work is easier for everyone. When I fall short, everyone suffers. Besides, this is my home. I've got eighteen years invested in the place. I've been there longer than everyone else - even with a year away. Heck, there's only a handful of people in all of dining services who've been there longer than me. None of the managers. I'm a real old timer.

And speaking of old-timers, I think I gave someone a nice laugh yesterday. I called VIP to schedule an oil change and state inspection. When the lady asked me what car it was for, I suddely couldn't remember the make or model of my car. I could remember the year, but not that it's a Neon, or even that it's a Dodge. I kept thinking Pontiac Lemans, which was my old car. Really, my memory is becoming a serious problem. If I didn't scribble notes to myself all day, I could never do my job at all.

But growing old still beats the alternative. I've just got to hang on until retirement - 24 years from now.