Wednesday, July 14, 2010


Dear Friends,

I apologize for my long silence.

My road trip was great. I posted some pictures on my Facebook, but to sum up: I drove 3.5 hours to Southfield, MI to visit my brother. I stayed there for an hour or so learning about his new job and his weaponry. Then I drove another 3 hours down to Cuyahoga Falls, OH, where I spent the night and the next day with Alexandria and Alysha Schall. They showed me around their town (including their mall which has a hippie store called "Peace and Love"). We also drove to Sandusky for their great-aunt's 80th birthday party. That was very very interesting. From there, we drove 7 hours to Lancaster, PA to see Bethany Weaver and Rob Sykora. We got there about 2 in the morning on Sunday. Once we had all slept, the 5 of us drove to the CRAYOLA FACTORY! There, we learned how crayons are made and had a lot of fun pushing 4-year-olds out of the way. Anyway, lots of driving back, and since then I've just been working at the Salvation Army and dog-sitting.

Oh yes, dog-sitting. I've always known I'm not a dog-person. Never did I realize to what extent. But now I do. I do not like dogs at all. I don't want them sleeping with me, cuddling with me, sitting by my feet, licking me, smelling me, looking at me... I just don't like dogs! They smell, and they're germy, and ... I just prefer people. Or perhaps flowers. Anyway, I've been dog-sitting for the last week and a half, and I've got another week and a half to go. And after that, I doubt I'll do it again. :)

Yesterday I came into work at 4:00. While I was counting my drawer up in the office, a very rude lady hollered up at me to call the "real manager" 'cause the lady down here was "only in training" and didn't "know her stuff". Apparently, she had already cussed out our clothes lady for some reason, and now she was upset because Zhelle, one of our managers, wouldn't accept a credit card gift card. Because we don't accept them at our store. Our "real" manager is on vacation for a week in Wisconsin. If she feels comfortable leaving the store in the hands of two "managers-in-training" (who have been working at the Salvation Army for a combined total of 10 years, by the way), I think they "know their stuff". Anyway, she said she'd pay "with a REAL credit card" now and I was going to ring her up. The whole time, she's yelling about how we're all incompetent, and our jobs are obviously too cushy, and we're all going to get fired, and we don't know our stuff (except she used much more expressive language). It took all my strength to not holler at her the words I was muttering under my breath.

The best part? As she left, Zhelle says, "Jesus loves you, ma'am. God bless you!" And the lady said, "I know he does. And it's a damn good thing, too, or I'd -" and Zhelle interrupts again with "Jesus loves you, ma'am!"

If there's one thing I've learned at the Salvation Army, it's this: don't mess with Zhelle. She means business. And she will have the last word.

Anyway, once I stopped wanting to cry about this horrible woman, the day was fine.

So, yeah... there's no moral.

Love and the Lorax,
Leah Joy

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