Spy called tonight. She is still enjoying the job, even though she still hates wine. Even more than that she hates the music that they play in the store -- Frank Sinatra every day. She absolutely hates Frank Sinatra, but they are supposed to play jazz and classical in the store during working hours (lends itself to the hoity-toity air of the whole environment). She wants to make a CD for work of jazz that she likes, like Dave Brubeck and Mel Torme, but she doesn't have a CD burner so I told her to come on by some night and we'll make a cool be-bop CD for her job and I'll show her how to work the Nero Burning Room, since she seems a little intimidated by the PC burning software.
I almost got violently ill at work today. I bent down to pick something up and when I stood back up again I thought I was gonna urp all over the info table. Tracy grabbed me and pulled me back into the break room and had me sit down and drink a Pepsi for awhile to settle my stomach. I was feeling kinda sick this morning, and came actually rather close to calling in, but I thought I'd feel better once I got to work. Other than that one close call, I was fine for most of the day. I don't know why I've been feeling like such crap lately, especially early to mid-afternoon. Later in the day I tend to feel a lot better.
I am apparently doing outstanding work at PM, though. I had four managers gush over me today telling me how kick ass I am, that they are getting tons of compliments from customers as well as co-workers. What a trip -- all last year I had zero confidence in myself and my work abilities at Fantasy and Wherehouse, and I tried so hard at those places. Now I hardly make any effort at all at PM and everyone tells me what a hard worker I am. Go figure.