Well ya'll (I'm trying to blend in down here so I don't get any more backlash for being a Yankee), I have some catching up to do. Technically, it's the 3rd week, but I'm going to recap...so faaaade out to week one....
We drove into Chapel Hill, NC, toting a (little did we know it) TORNADO along in the backseat of our car. The tornado whirled through the house (which by the way, is beautiful: granite countertops, paintings, sculptures, and pottery covering each room...big, over-sized but tasteful pieces, and a secluded outdoor dining area with a twinkle-light covered trellis spattered with roses in a quiet wooded neighborhood...how's that for a run-on?). So, the tornado whirled through the house, sucking up dirt, trash, and dirty laundry in her path (along with a few of the landlady's pretty-little-napkins and roasted garlic olive oil). But then, inevitably, the 200 mph winds began to do what they can not help but do: create destruction. It began simply enough, "The window won't shut."
Bobby - "Tornado, You're pushing the lock the wrong way"
"Why's the frame crooked?"
"It's okay, we can fix that. We just need a ladder"
Then, I hear a CRASH in the next room. Oh no, Tornadooooo! Pieces of pottery on the ground....a sugarbowl, no, only the spoon to the sugarbowl...looks hand-made. Okay, good idea- the Tornado is looking for a replacement online. We look for about an hour. Bobby comes home. In five minutes, he's located a replacement...sort of. $80 starting bid for a similar replica. It's a collector's item.
I start checking around. Is there any other damage about which we're unaware? A marble pastry board used as a cutting board? Some of the landlady's food devoured? A ripped seat cushion?
Ok, Tornado...Thank you for your help, but now we want you to just be a guest. Just relax, we will serve you. Please don't do anything; don't touch anything...
So, that began our week in NC and struck fear into my heart as to what the rest of this rotation will hold. Well, that and the fact that I was already seeing some signs of cultural clashes at work. My first day on the job, I was introduced as coming from up in Maine and New York (significant looks given). The response by one girl was, "Oh, so we've got a..." Would you like to finish that? Perhaps with 'Yankee'??
Then, I got talked to by my manager because a client complained that I had made eye contact with her and not greeted her. In my defense, I have no memory of doing this wicked thing whatsoever...most likely, I was under mounds of clothing desperately searching the store for where they went while 2,078 other garments were being discarded onto the rolling rack. You're welcome for filling in for you on my first day in NC on the busiest day of the week.
Other than that, things went well. We played a lot of 5-Straight...great vintage game. I went with my family up to my Grandmother's 80th surprise party. It was lovely (first time I'd spent more than a day away from Bobby...didn't miss him too terribly, but felt sort of shy when I saw him again, like a first date). Bobby's KILLING it, as usual, in the OR (not literally). The city is clean and everywhere feels like country because they keep up a lot of trees down here.
BTW, I love the Tornado. She is very helpful, and I'm sorry that I gave her a hard time because she's the best and I love her just the way she is...200 mph winds and all! In her defense, the broken spoon incident is taken care of and all of her pottery lessons are finally paying off!
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