i love my job. everything about it. i'm probably one of the few people in the world who can say that outloud and mean it. my one sadness is explaining my mother's phone calls to my coworkers. they're so wonderfully protective of me. they know her voice, and almost always "screen" calls for me. i wish i could have my own extension, and she could leave all the crazy voicemails she wants. but we only have one group line. having to explain your mother's illness over and over and over again is just hard.
i just found out i've been promoted to assistant manager. this is huge. this is bigger than huge. this is everything i've worked for in the last three years. and all i can think about is, "lord, i hope they don't tell her what store i transferred to."
this is my chance for another clean break. maybe she won't find out. maybe i won't have to retell the same old sob story to a new crew.
unlikely.
