The night

So, its late, as usual, and I’m finally free once again.

One of the things about being here is that the days are *very* long. The saving grace is that I’m stubborn, and they don’t start until 8 am.  And I really don’t start until 10 or 11 (takes me a bit to wake up).

Part of the reason these days can be so long is that my boss — while a sister in the t- sense — is also unpredictable, very ghetto, and, well, mercurial is a nice way to say it.

Like many, I find that there are some gals I just have an immediate, unspoken, bond with — we ‘click”, and they become, for me family.  The way we click differs, in the same way that our family bonds differ.  Some are sisters, some are moms, some are daughters.

My boss is my sister.  I see all her faults, and all her blessings, and She simply wouldn’t be her without all of them. But sometimes, she is a raging fing bitch.

Tonight started like that.

The first Thursday of each month, my therapist has an open support group meeting.  10 dollar donation sort of thing, and she’s been incredible in that she lets me haul my girls up there each month for free.  For some of them its the only therapy they get.

Tonight was the first time my boss came along.  We arrived late, as there was some fallout following the Fundraiser this past weekend.  In one case, I don’t mind.  In another, I do, and I will express that to her in a different venue. She does not always handle things in the most appropriate manner, and justifies it because in the end, she gets her way most of the time.

As a result, my long days got even longer.  Its ok — I can do something that needs to be done and get it set up so someone else can do it down the road. But I had *damn* well better see some income from all this effort sooner rather than later.

After all, a girl’s gotta shop and all…

Bought a new purse tonight (walmart.  I’m slowly learning and getting adventurous in my purchasing decisions), and almost wore my new dress but said naw — I’ll just wear another top that gives me super cleavage lol. Dressbarn is my friend. Especially thanks to one clerk at the one in Tempe who knows perfectly well and has never treated me as anything but a lady and given *great* advice.

And remembered me after 4 months, lol

So My boss and I are late to the group - which screws me up because we always spend a half an hour before chatting in the parking lot. The room is packed — at least 20 gals if not 25.  I could think it through, but that’s the number I’m picking because it felt like that.  She was immediately out of place, and conducted herself very well. ANd learned a lot.

My friend Billie has been hugely helpful in getting the girls around. Not only is she a safe, reliable driver, but she has the biggest damn van you have ever seen, and when you have a house of as many girls as I do, that van is *critical*.

After the meeting was the important part: the going out to eat.  Tonight was olive garden again (which is getting old, but, well, they know us now), which is always rich for my blood, and so Billie has in the past helped me to cover it when I’ve been low (I actually try to budget that.  For some girls, its literally been the first time they have ever been to a restaurant where you get served). No questions, complete grace and kindness.

My boss learned this tonight. She learned that there are things you can do that go beyond simple cash. That there are really smart, really cool girls out there who do not spend their time being boys and doing boy crap to other girls.

And that even the girls need a night out once a month that doesn’t involve talking about the program or a drag show.

Its really two to three times a month, if I can pull it off.  but that’s not often, as its very expensive.

She paid tonight (reward for the effort this past weekend), and really paid close attention to the gals I involved myself with.

and, this morning, things are a foot as a result.

So, overall it was a good thing.

Much better than dealing with windows vista…