In things that do concern me, the tree in our front yard has started throwing off a lot of branches as of late. Last night, as Prime and I relaxed in the bedroom, we heard an odd noise which worried both of us. Prime headed outside to take a look and sure enough, the tree had pitched off another branch, this one scraping against the house as it fell. Prime moved it, but we may be looking at possibly removing part or all of that tree. It’s not something that I want to think about, as that tree is the only shade our bedroom gets in the summer and we have no central air conditioning. Losing that tree will cause the bedroom to heat up terribly during warmer weather, which will make sleeping difficult, if not impossible. It’s not something that I relish.
Today was slow and not great. The opener was Wiesia and we all know how much she likes me. Namely, not at all. But Karen came in a little later so it wasn’t too bad for the most part. However, Wiesia still seems to be giving Karen the cold shoulder and I can’t help but think that it’ll bite her on the ass and hard. Karen was trying to let Wiesia know that one of our advertisements could only be given out by request, but before Karen could finish, Wiesia blew her off. Karen didn’t seem to appreciate that at all and I don’t blame her.
But it gets worse. While one of the guys in Majors and myself were tidying up the clothes by the fence, Wiesia rudely shooed us off, saying we weren’t doing it right. Whatever. Her shitty attitude doesn’t faze me anymore, but to treat a new employee like that is just wrong. As I’ve said before, she’s going to keep doing this and she’ll end up hurting herself. When that happens, I certainly won’t cry about it.
It didn’t help that we weren’t all that busy, either. Add to that far too many people at the door and it was just a freaking mess. I get it: we will eventually need all these people. We will get so busy that we’ll be tearing out our hair. But right now, four people at the door is at least one too many and we’re tripping over each other.
It’s less than two months until Christmas. Primus please, keep me sane in the interim.