My boss from my first over-the-table job recognized me in my car, from his car, at the bank yesterday. He rolled his window down and asked me if I had ever worked for him. I recognized him and I told him that I did. He made fun of my hair and told me he still had the restaurants. It was weird.
But...he remembered me after, I did the math, 17 years. First, I'm old. Second, that's a long time to remember some random high school student who worked for you for a few years. I didn't even have the style of hair he made fun of at the time. I must have made an impression? I tend to do that. I hope it was good.
Thanks to everyone who was really nice about me finishing a book. I was really stressed to even post it on here, or publicize that I wrote one. Afraid of criticism. That's me. I need to find a forum or something on line where I can post it and get some stranger feedback now. I wonder....
Anyway. I can't blame my kids. I'm the reason we can't have nice things.
Love & peace, y'all.