@Trila So sorry to hear about your friend. I'm glad you got to visit before she died.
@Pinky Also sorry to hear about your brother. It's good to have nice/fun memories of him.
And for my own news of the day: The co-worker who'd been making every effort to make my work life uncomfortable? She finally went too far. Our supervisor was there and heard her dissing me and complaining that she wanted more money. Then she wandered around for a while among the shelves of cookies, breads, pies, desserts, after showing up late and even after seeing five racks of baked goods waiting to be packaged/priced/put out on the shelves. (A baking rack holds 12 trays of cookies, bread...whatever.)
She was so nasty to me this morning that the thought entered my head to call tomorrow morning and claim that I was far too ill to work. However, tomorrow morning would have rolled around, and I wouldn't have done it. Whatsisname, the Father of My Children, used to call me "Responsible Roberta." Never mind that my name isn't Roberta. LOL
I guess it was the last straw for our supervisor. They both disappeared for a while, and he came back alone and said we're going to have to hire a new bakery clerk. Huh? I asked if she quit. He said no, that she was upstairs getting fired. These days when employers are thrilled to get a person with a pulse, you gotta be pretty bad to get fired.
He told me that he hasn't been unaware of what was going on with her, that she doesn't like "us old people" (he's 57) and that she simply didn't want to work. I really did believe he hadn't noticed...
Whew. Now I feel guilty because I'm not exactly gloating but certainly feeling a bit of Schadenfreude. DD says it's very becoming on me, like a pleasant shade of lavender
