i have a bowling date tonight with my fake boyfriend. we thought it was going to rain. but it's really nice out. so maybe we'll hit the park or something. it's a kickass day to go hiking. mr. shy approves the plan and he sent back a note to ask if i was having a good day. it takes 8 seconds and it makes me so happies.
our trainee teller quit today after spending only one day with us. i swear it wasn't my fault. i was totally nice. it was something about the lifting. but still. sara swears we're not scary and she's still here...so. it gets a little old with the people calling and quitting with no notice.
the season is starting. which is good because one can go to ben and bills on their lunch break, and rosalie's will open soon and then one can gorge on pizza and ice cream. it's also good because our favorite customers will start to come in every day and we'll get twice as much gossip time as in the winter. it's bad in that parking will soon be an issue* and the crankiest of the crankies will soon be trotting through the bank asking us to cash checks from a lowes in iowa and to use the restroom which we do not have.
the bank's husband is here putting in our air conditioners. he's very nice. he trots around to all the branches doing guy things like using hammers and lifting heavy stuff. he's wearing a hawaiian themed shirt today, because bar harbor time is fun time...requiring the proper gear. he's a cutey!
i think it's a good day to go for ice cream, and i think my fake boyfriend will be easily persuaded. if it hasn't become obvious**, i'm really getting attached to spending time with someone who enjoys pleasing me so much. next weekend we are so painting pottery.
*actually not so much "an issue" as "the issue" and we will all have to spend hours listening to people complain about the parked cars that ferried their bread and butter on to the island. there is no way to win on this issue. it's two months out of the year GET OVER IT!
**or maybe i blog it every second paragraph...obvious regardless.
April 21, 2005
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