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Went downtown to the big Bux headquarters to take a Learning Coach class.

If it had been just me and Miss A...that would've been a BLAST. But Ms. K. was there too.

I don't know why I can't like Ms. K. more. She's perfectly nice.

Oh. Maybe because she asks things like this, "So, why didn't you want to have your picture taken so we could put it up on the board."

One of our other partners thought it would be a SUPER idea to take pictures of all the baristas and decorate them and then when they're on bar they can put up their picture and write their name up there! Isn't that awesome!

No it fucking isn't awesome, I don't want some hideous picture of me in these disgusting stinking clothes, in bad lighting, in an ugly apron to be posted on the bar. And I sure as hell don't want my damn NAME up there!

Of course I didn't say it like that. I just said, "I don't want my picture taken. I don't like having my name up there, it upsets me."

"But that kind of looks like you don't really want to be part of our store."

Sigh. I've been at this place over a year. I pull my weight. I'm a good worker. I'm reliable and fast and hey, people have actually said I'm their favorite person to open with. But I don't want to have my picture taken like a good little sheep and suddenly I don't want to be part of our store? What the fuck? I don't like having my picture taken, I never have, what the fuck does that have to do with our store and whether I want to be a part of it? Christ, is she telling people that? Why is that such a big deal, not wanting my picture taken? I shouldn't have to explain it. And having people I don't know call me by my first name (as would happen if my name was plastered on the bar) seriously creeps me out. They do it to you on the drivethru when you tell them your name. I HATE it. We're not setting up a goddamn tea party, order your drink. I never say that of course. Twenty years working retail I now have the shiny, happy armor on automatically, I don't show it but it DOES bother me. I need the boundary to be there. I have a mental health issue with it. It may not seem like it should upset a person, but it does, it upsets me them using my name. But I'm not telling this woman I have such actual issues.

THIS is my problem with Ms. K. I'm sure she never thinks she's gossipping. I'm sure she thinks she's just discussing things. But she always thinks she knows what she's talking about too.

Now I'm totally unsettled. The class was only four hours too, not eight. That's four hours of salary I'm not getting.

I just want the boys to come back from doing merit badges with their father. They need to come back over here and we can finish watching Patriot Games. You know what is fun? Showing your kids a great movie, one you really liked. One you know they'll like. Dexter liked 28 Days Later. And Dragon Baby is liking Patriot Games. He really loved The Hunt for Red October, Sean Connery and Soviet submarines and all that. So I thought he'd really like the other Jack Ryan movies, which also happen to star Harrison Ford! Whoo hoo!

So we were watching but then they're father came over and said they had to work on merit badges and Dragon Baby was stomping around mad, trying to find his shoes and usually he likes working on merit badges...

HA. He wanted to finish the movie with me first. I told him I'd wait of course but he was still mad. HA.