Wow... what a week.

Well, that was a week from hell. Literally. I think that if any more things could have gone wrong, I'd have keeled over. I chalk it up to doing what I know is right.

I was going to go all into it, but it's Friday night, and I'm so happy to be done with the week that I don't want to rehash it.

Sarah and I went out to Max and Erma's for our date tonight. Ok, but nowhere near the quality of Chili's... prices were about the same. I think they're both owned by the same people, but I'm not sure.

Things are going very well at Starbucks. I have been there 3 days so far, and have learned how to make just about every kind of Frappachino imaginable. There are only about 17,000 different kinds!!! Just kidding, but it does feel like that.

I will be so happy to go to work and work... not have to worry about my insane, domineering boss and his whim of the day. You know, I've had a job like this before, and I was young, maybe 17 or 18, and I was so afraid of the guy it took me a couple weeks to work up the courage to quit when I realized how unhealthy the situation was. The weird difference between that and my current situation is that it took me very little time to tell Bob that I was quitting, it's taken forever to get out of the place. Every trial is another lesson learned. A friend, and former employer told me that he had made every mistake in the book, and it had been a year or two since he'd seen a new one, so he thought he'd gotten them all figured out. I suppose the only way to avoid mistakes is to make them, or to watch a stupid friend or relative make them... Neither seems like a blessing, but someday this will be just another old scar that reminds me not to make this particular mistake again... just like that old experience.

Well, that's it for now.
Jim