4th
Well this is odd…
My boss, Scott, is getting a divorce from his wife and jumped immediately into a new relationship. Yesterday, his daughter broke down in front of him and his girlfriend, Mary. They asked me to talk to her, so I went in the back. One of the dishwashers, Tiffany, beat me to it but we both calmed her down. She said it just wasn’t fair and she didn’t like Mary because her mom didn’t. I felt bad, because I don’t like Mary. But I told her that Rob had a wife and a baby. I asked her if she thought I was a terrible person. She said no, and I told her that Mary and I had a lot in common, so maybe she should give her a chance. She said she had no one to talk to, so Tiffany and I both told her that she could talk to us. We told her if she needed to get out of the house, we were sure her parents would let us take her and her brother to the zoo or something since they knew us. Tiffany mentioned us taking her together, which Natalie really liked. That’s unfortunate because I really, truly do not like Tiffany. I don’t know, it might not ever be an issue. It just made me feel this awful sense of foreboding that Acacia is going to be having this conversation with someone in a number of years. I hope not though.
I haven’t really been able to talk to Rob about it much either. We have Bob and Andre staying here for a few days until they can move into their new place. They were subleasing from Geoff and Geoff never turned in the rent, so they got evicted. I didn’t want them to be homeless, but I also didn’t want them to be taking up my living room and leaving empty cans of Monster all over the floor. I shouldn’t say “they” because I know it’s really Bob. He’s just lacking a lot of social skills, which I’ve been trying to be understanding and allowing of. But last night, Rob cooked everyone dinner. I was doing dishes and Andre put his plate on the counter and said, “Please leave this, I’m just going outside and I’ll take care of it.” I waved him off because it was just one plate. Then Bob comes up to me and goes, “Where do you want this?” Granted, I didn’t want either of them to wash the dishes, it wasn’t a big deal. But Andre at least offered. Friday can’t come fast enough…
