For those following breathlessly along with the silly workplace drama from last week, it wrapped up with a highly satisfactory ending, and how often does that happen.
S.M. was finally back yesterday, clearly feeling like shit but determined to return. She pulled me aside for a quiet word, and y’all, it was like she had read my posts here. Apologized for the lack of communication with just me when everyone else had gotten a heads up, and for all the fallout that came from that.
I felt soooo much better hearing that from her, unprompted.
She was damn grumpy during the subsequent rush of orders, but once things calmed down she very genuinely apologized to everyone for snapping, explaining that she still hurt & felt sick but that we were all doing a really good job.
Class act, that lady.
As a bonus, the teenager to whom I apologized earlier (nobody told me he was in this assistant manager training program they literally just cooked up!) was clearly making some efforts to communicate better, so that was nice.
Oh, and Monkey did NOT shoot out the door when I got home (though he was thinking about it!) good thing too because I had no intention of staying up one minute longer than necessary. Was already in bed & dozing off less than 20 minutes after I got home.
Heard the rattle-bang of the trash truck earlier, so the bin needs to be retrieved, and if the rain holds off I need to take out Monkey’s litter box .. and set up the replacement, too.
(Plus some nonsense about “being a responsible adult” and “get your taxes done” with a side order of laundry.)
For now, he’s curled up right next to me, rumbling softly. Whenever he starts to drift off to sleepyland, I reach over and give him gentle pets, which re-starts the purr motor.