I am no longer fun.

I don't know exactly when it started, although I know the season of my life that put me on the path...but I am no longer fun. I am perfectly happy doing nothing. Mostly. I can turn hermit/turtle at a moments notice, often needing no invitation at all. At this point in my life I should either be married with children, or having fun out every other night or so. I don't do either. I am done work, which equals being done period.

Last year, after a particularly stressful season of my life came to a close, my closest friend told me she was looking forward to me staying with her. That it would be wonderful for me to do nothing but stare at the walls if I wanted. Funny thing is, now, a year later, that is exactly what I want to do. It isn't that I am anti-social. I don't think I am even depressed. But I am not exactly upbeat, nor do I have much energy. When faced with an evening where I have nothing pressing to do, instead of starting a project or heading out somewhere, I put the pj's on (or some other comfy clothing), turn on Criminal Minds, and veg for a while.

I suppose you could call it burn out. I was used to doing doing doing for so long, that now when given the option to do nothing - I won't! :-D ahh...somehow I will get the fun factor back, but for right now, I am a tired, boring, 33 year old with turtle tendencies. I will enjoy it now before I get going again!

Kicked out of Tim Horton's

There are many times in ones life that a person is forced to pause and reflect not only on their choices, but their behavior in certain situations. In this case...I am at a loss.

After a long (and I do mean LOOOONG) day of work, myself and a few coworkers decided to get together at our nearest Tim Horton's. One of the girls is heading out on a nearly 2 month adventure to New Zealand. So, this was a farewell, have a great time get together. The six of us ADULTS sat at a corner table for just over 2 hours chatting, laughing, drinking our mostly caffeinated beverages and sugared Tim Bits. Our noise level rose and sank depending on the crowd in the restaurant. We weren't rowdy.

Little did I know that there is a two hour sitting maximum. Really, I had never heard of that in any Tim's. Not only that, but a group of people who obviously still have food and beverages in front of them, at just after 1am with only ONE other single male in the place?? Didn't seem like an issue to me. We had just began to look at our watches thinking, we need to get home and sleep (cause us nearly/just 30 year olds are feeling our age!). That is when the 'fun' started.

This older, miserable, unhappy in her job woman came out from the back with the clean-up cart. She came out to the tables to pick up, wipe down, and I am sure eventually mop the floors. There are so many ways you can nicely ask people to move out of the way, switch tables, or if you are going to enforce the 2 hour seating rule, to leave. Not this woman. "Are you all just about ready to leave? You have been here the whole 2 hours since I came on! We have to clean up you know!" One of our coworkers got up to ask the other girl at the desk for her managers name. While doing that, the woman barked at my friend again. When she sat down, the woman yelled across the restaurant, "What do you think will happen? I will still win!" referring to if my friend complained.

We may have left it alone before that comment. But not now. My friend got up again, this time to ask this employee's name. She had not only removed her name tag, but barked at her coworker to not answer any questions, not give out her name, and for my friend to quit harassing her staff! And again we need to leave.

We did eventually find out her name from her coworker. We decided to be the bigger person's and clean our table as we left. But the 3 of us who were going to get orders for the road, didn't. And now we are all writing the manager, and possibly the head office. Oh ya, and boycotting that Tim Horton's. What a crank.

Next time, I think I would try table dancing...