What Goes Around Comes Around

A Weird Monday

The sun was still surreal bright and the air around it hazy. I got up, got on the internet and blogged about my life, what a fun weekend I had and I showed off my abs and they were appreciated. Phil was moody when he got home, but it did not take much .  He said something about the new people being "spies" and wanting to get rid of or demote some people. He knew I was going to nights and weekends and I hated those shifts. Days were easy money. Days were businessmen and nights were dates and picky people, more formal settings, and a lot slower.  Even the five to eight shift was slow. It was work at night, more formal at night, and I admitted, I was a lazy girl.   I hated the night shift.    They'll like me.  I was always the best liked girl,in the sorority.  Hell, ten years ago, all the girls wanted to be me.  I mean they dressed like me, went to Vanessa for their hair and Regina for their nails.   They would have done a thing to me?   However, there were a few servers that did not like me.  I didn't know it yet.  

    I walked in and there they were.  They were big California types.  I'm told then who I was because my dad was a lawyer.  We lived on the winding boulevard with pine trees, white picket fences, and lush green lawns.   Hidden behind the pines were luxurious ranch homes built in the 1950's.  Ours was a white brick and Gary's was a red brick.  Gary.  Why was he moving?   The California types looked at me.  They sort of said something.   I heard, "Don't think they need to be working together."   It was over for me.  Business lunches were going to be a thing of the past.  I drove home sort of pissed off.  I looked at Gary's house 4610 Chamberlain Court, a loved ranch line ours.  Gary Jr had a room full of fire trucks and Lana had pink ruffled lace. Why didn't't  I express more like for him than having sex with him?   He still, looked like Johnny Depp, always would but I was a fool.  I was not happy I'm our marriage,  There was their bedroom, a walk in closet and a bathroom that had two sinks. I began to cry.

I went home, thinking I had those guys charmed. I even told them were to get their wives cute little presents for them. "I love The Rox, it is like the coolest boutique." It was. I was a perfect size six and could wear ANYTHING In the place!" I was lucky and I made sure I looked pretty and smelled nice so I would not have to lose my days. I made sure I was a good conversationalist and was hip to everything new.   "Oh and the Lightning Bug Cofffee House?  To die for!"  I told them.  They thought I was a fucking joke,   Morgan, a service manager, said, "They want a fresh look for days. They think a newer, younger crowd would be better for the image. So, some of you may have to work nights. They want an image." An image? I was perfect.

I told Phil and he said, "You are a cutie. They would never move you." I smiled. I hoped it was true. I inadvertently honked one of them off. When I walked by, they whispered something. I was going to be put in the spot. I remembered Epsie saying that life was going to catch up with me. I was beginning to get her payback is a bitch Breuer. Phil had a 11-8 shift and I told them how I loved being a wife of a manager and that it worked out perfectly. However, the Leibrich Brothers did not see that philosophy.

I was off at two, went home and ran, and then picked up my girls.  We had an idyllic evening at home in our house as the sun reflected off the pond, one of our last.  Clouds rolled in.