Aunt Clara, may she rest in peace.

The following is a letter I have written to my fallen friend. My Dear Sweet Aunt Clara.

Aunt Clara,

I can't tell you how many times you were there for me.  You got me out of pickles!  I got you into them, and you miraculously always got out. I will never really know how you did that. You were always so trustworthy, even though I didn't trust you to move very fast in your old age, I knew you wouldn't let me down.

I remember the times I killed you... So many... Too many.. Almost daily.. That had to be so frustrating!  I have no idea where you found new life every time. You were the best Aunt Clara a girl could have!  Even with your door knobs quirks!  I loved you anyway!  I loved you BECAUSE of your quirks!  So many problems in your old age... so many... you always made weird noises and it was hard to wake you up towards the end.. especially after a cold night... BUT YOU ALWAYS BEAT THE ODDS! And boy were they against you.

I called your name and you were there.  You got lost in parking lots like any other old person and you always had a way of getting found.  You got stuck in the snow, I told you so many times not to play in it, but you always got out!  EVEN IN YOUR OLD AGE!!

It kills me now that you are gone.  It really kills me.  You were my partner in crime.  You went everywhere I went.  You literally are the reason I got anywhere in life.  I can say that you carried my burdens way more often than anyone else did.  I hope to see you again someday... I really do.  There will always be a special place in my heart for you.  It hurts to not have you near me.

Aunt Clara, I love you.  Don't forget it.

In the words of Abby, "Aunt Clara has been better to you than any man ever has!"  You can say that again. I didn't see any man come pick me up when I was tired and ready to go home after work!! But you Aunt Clara always did.

Thx. Luv ya. XOXO

Love, Robyn.

P.S. I'll never find another car like you. RIP

The new job.

Story time.

So today at work, lots of big things happened.  First of all, I don't work at a call center, not that there is anything wrong with a call center, and I really like my job; at least I do so far.  I do answer phone calls though... all day...  WHICH IS ALWAYS A PARTY, I don't care who you ask.  (Side note, if you would have asked me 2 year ago or even 2 weeks ago how I felt about talking on the phone, I would have overreacted and over-explained about how horrible it is. But a girl can change her mind if she wants to.) So of course I have a few stories from that.  

For example, something extra special happened at work.  I got my own desk!!!!

We're all familiar with the phrase, "with great power comes great responsibility", well same goes for a desk, with a great desk comes great responsibility.  So I was getting my own desk all set up, I thought it was all good, it was time to go home, I clocked out, I looked over and there it was.... a tightly wrapped chair mat.  I thought, "I'm not going to be THAT person who doesn't put the chair mat under their chair and ruins the carpet".  So I unwrapped it, started unrolling it and trying to put it down.... Guys, it was so awkward. That thing was hard.  It was hard mentally, physically and literally.  I had one edge stuck to the floor with my feet and the other edge pulled out with my hands using all my strength. And then I realized, if I let go, it will all snap back into a roll and hit everything around me... and if I don't let go, I'll be sitting here all day.  So of course I was laughing out loud, and no one was noticing to laugh with me and it was getting really really uncomfortable. People weren't even looking that I could tell. So I beckoned my friend over to help me and we got to struggle together.  Moral of the story is this:  teamwork makes the dream work.  Also, life is sometimes super awkward. 

Other than that, oh, and the time that it was my first day at work and I went to the restroom, walked in like a normal human and forgot to lock the stall because it was a space bathroom and another girl that was starting that same day started walking into the stall too.. while I was in there already.. But she was backing in while talking to someone outside the stall.  The whole time I was saying, "oh dear, um hi... sorry, dang... hi there! Yoohoo! Hi, sorry!" But it was in a mouse voice and she couldn't hear me. When she finally did hear me, she got out fast and shut the door and I didn't ever want to leave that stall again.  And to make it worse, we never joked about what happened after.  It became mutually unspoken of and we never mentioned it again. So there is always that uncomfortable tension.  We both know what happened.  We both know who's fault it was. And we both have mentally decided to not talk about it. 

So now you know.  You know all of my secrets. Sort of. Most of my secrets. Some of my secrets? Actually, this isn't even a secret anymore. So you know none of my secrets. But I will definitely keep you updated on what else happens in the office that hasn't stayed in the office.

Thank you for calling and have a nice day.