TGISaturday! What a week it was. I had a sinus infection from unprintable and worked anyway. Then, I "wrote narratives". BWAHAHA! My achin' fingers plodded along the keyboard, something appeared on a computer screen, and I submitted whatever it was. I hope that I did not write, "When I arrived, I felt like a wet noodle. Having spent more than the shop fee on Pepto and related items, I still needed a barf bag and could not afford one or fit it into a reimbursed purchase...." Even if I did write that, the lovely and gracious editors only requested better supporting details for assorted elements of the shops. Bless them. And, may they have hazard pay for dealing with my drek, which is worst during the crud. (Should that go on the kudos board or in an open letter to whoever pays the editors of mystery shop reports?)
There is some truly good news in my world. As I compare my work world now with last year at the same time, I notice improvements. This year, I can wear smaller clothing. (I am one size away from the size I wore when I began to mystery shop. At this time next year, I should be three or four sizes smaller than that. This is meaningless to all except me. I just use it as a benchmark. ) I received a pay increase for one recurring job. My schedule suits me better now in that I have a little free time for me, and it is only the second week of the year. Huzzah!
My garden in England is full of eating-out places, for heat waves, warm September evenings, or lunch on a chilly Christmas morning. (Mary Quant)