You're my star, shining at night

I haven't written in quite a while, at least, nothing of any subsequence. There hasn't really been much to write about lately - work and school have just been a blur, there haven't been any major events in my life, and I've found better things to do with my spare time than whine about the mundane. Well, kinda.

Whatever.

So, yeah.   Work this weekend was horrendous.  All three days, I walked into the store at 5 pm in the middle of all hell breaking loose.  They were busy as heck during the day, and never really got caught up at any point.  Friday was horrendous.  Saturday started to look the same way, until about six.  I was on the oven, could barely keep my head above water trying to get everything routed, keep everything up to speed.  The door opened just like normal, someone comes in.  I did a double take 'cause the face looked familiar, and eventually realized it was Rebecca.  Yes, that Rebecca.  I totally freaked, 'cause I hadn't seen her in quite a few months, since she had moved to daytime deli "to have a more normal life".  I did see her a week or three ago at Walmart in the morning one time, but I didn't even get to talk to her.  It was really exciting, 'cause I was afraid that she'd gone out of my life forever.  I didn't know anything about her that would help me find her (sounds stalker-ish, almost), so that was the only tenuous link I had.

But back to the story at hand.  I caught eye contact with her a few times, but I couldn't go up to her or anything, we were so busy.  Janelle ended up taking her order; if I had a chance, I would have told her not to charge her.  I did get a chance to go give her her order when it was ready, and I was helping another customer at the same time.  I couldn't really talk to her much even at that point - Gina was standing right there, we were crazy busy, it just wasn't in the cards.  She told me she had a letter for me, and I told her I'd love to read it.  She produced a small, unmarked, sealed envelope.

It was crazy busy for the next few hours, and even once it slowed down, it took me a while to work up the nerve to read it.  I mean, it's hard to imagine someone coming into your place of work, giving you a letter, and having it be a bad thing.  I'm trying to remember who it was, someone kept saying it was probably an invitation to her wedding.  I said that was highly unlikely, and he (she?) said that girls are kind of bitches, and it was likely.  I doubted it.  I constructed a few likely scenarios - did the whole Big O thing, best case, worst case, average case, and most likely case.

Finally, when the drivers were all out on runs and I had an empty screen, I opened it up and started reading it.  I mean, she worked up the nerve to walk into the lion's den, it was the least I could do to match her courage.  More to come.

Jessy - My Star