Chronicles

Apparently I mixed my days up. Autumn does not begin until tomorrow. Really this time. We did get out a little yesterday and am hoping for more today. I was so unexplicably exhausted yesterday and grateful it was an early day home for my fiance. I was curled up in bed by 3pm.

Several weeks ago back in August, I quit my job at the bar that I was waitressing at one (slow) night per week. It was not financially beneficial at all considering I made zero dollars 95% of the time (literally, unfortunately). It took over 2 weeks for them to realize that I actually quit. I wrote an email to one owner and spoke with the other one face to face, said to both "I can no longer keep this commitment," and for some reason they expected me to show up to work. Awkward.... I was not taken seriously, nor was I ever paid (my measly $3 an hour) without having to ask for my money. Which was not solely my problem, but something that apparently the entire bar staff dealt with. In my opinion, it was pathetic, and I refused to subject myself to it anymore. Begging for my $16 a week. And it is bad if you are embarrassed by where you work. My full time job isn't ideal or in my career path, but it is a good decent job. But the owners wife asked me if I could work a shift as a favor for her and her friend for the friends surprise bridal shower. I actually have plans with the kids to go to a birthday party for my cousins son. I feel so bad saying "no" but that is what I did. I want to help, but I also don't want to let someone walk all over me. Not that she was, but that's how I feel I was treated at the job.

I have been trying to save a few papers each week. I am thinking of making a scrap book of sorts. Nothing extravagant. More like a note book. And take the major headlines and articles, or really the things of consequence, and paste them into the notebook so that The Bean can grow up and see what was going on, what the world was like, when he was young. I wish I had thought of this 2 years ago. I also wish I had started keeping a journal for him two years ago like I intended. But I haven't yet. I was thinking of starting on his 2nd birthday. But I don't really know why I am thinking of waiting to begin. I should just do it. I wanted to write a few things down each day about what we did together and how the day was. Maybe I should use this last month before his birthday to write to him about why I am writing a journal, why it took me two years to start, and what's been going on the last 23 months. I am so glad I posted as many pictures as I did on Facebook. His whole first six months of photos (over 1,000) were accidently deleted. I won't say by who, but it wasn't me. So I am glad that we have almost 400 pictures on there. I want to copy and move them to a more secure site. I guess just in case something happens to that website so I have a backup. I would also love to print out every photo I have so that I have a hard copy (which should not be surprising considering how untrusting of technology I am -yes, despite having a blog). I just wish it weren't so expensive. We probably have close to, if not more than, 10,000 photos. Yeah, it's a lot. And I want them all!

Quick note; I finished The Help tonight. I really enjoyed it and almost cried several times. It really makes you open your eyes and re-evaluate your relationships with other people, wondering if you treat them fairly... or unfairly for no good reason.

Thanks for reading.
Peace & Love,
Emily