the 27 pound 7 month old baby

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Today was the first day I worked with Jeff since we got the good news. He asked me if it has sunk in yet, yes & no I answered. Since that enormous monkey has been lifted off my back it seems I am smiling all the time, I bantered with him, "see this?" (pointing to my smile "Haven't you missed it?" We both laughed. I asked if there was anyway he could leave early on Saturday, he has had almost as much to do with her making it as we have. He'll try, but with one manager at graduation, it will be hard for another to leave.

It has been dreadfully slow at work. I'm starting to panic, I need six activations to make quota. In two days, ugh. I can't wait until I am full fledged assistant so quota wont matter so much. I've been offered, twice, just wasn't the right store at the right time.

Since it was slow, the team has found ways to amuse themselves. Someone dropped off some hair cut coupons and John (the twelve year old 24 year old) decided to cut the faces off and take pictures of everyone with their faces inside (see flickr) I was walking back into the store while this happened. I work with a bunch of clowns!!!

Then, as we were gathered at the front door, a lady who I had helped before was waiting on her phone. She had her chubby little baby with her, throwing him up in the air and he was laughing that deep baby laugh. I look at Jeff and say "that is the best sound in the whole world" It is. I had to have a hysterectomy at 26, cervical cancer. I'm so glad I had my girls by then, but around 30 I got the baby ache. If there's a baby to be held, I'm holding it. She comes up to say hello, I take him in my arms, he goes straight for the name tag and takes it straight to the mouth. He's seven months old and twenty seven pounds of joy. He weighed 8.4 and was two weeks early! She said the dad signed away his rights and has never even seen him. I'm crushed. Why would anyone leave such precious things?

Then a wonderful man comes into the store, he is upgrading his phone. He reminds me of someone, the way he speaks. Then he tells me his AC went out, and I have to stop and look at him. It's really bad when you think the people around you are from the blogs you read (yes I am talking to you St. Tropez LOL) I start to count down my drawer, he asks if I am leaving, yes, going to buy my daughter an outfit for graduation. Every time I say it, graduation, it is with a big smile instead of a big sigh.

Rush, rush, rush home. Go to the mall, take Graduation pictures, buy the outfit, stop for dinner and she's off again. I tell her, tomorrow night home. My dad is coming in, we will have lunch here then off to the ceremony.

We are not planning a big party, saving that for the going away. We still haven't gotten the early deployment papers, and not to piss on anybodies parade, but that is still a condition, always has been. Ashley always seems to think we "forget" LOL

I work tomorrow, then will come home and begin the mad rush of cleaning the dust bunnies. I wish I had a maid .....