Chevron, the epilogue

I am not surprised.

This is as much for my records as for warning friends and family. You are hereby advised by me (again) to avoid the Chevron Station on Whipple Ave in Redwood City, CA.

I thanked them for their response, told them I'd be happy to forward Mr Oyster's lack of taking ownership to friends and cohorts. I like how I'm "aggressive". Yes, of course I was. Once you told me I had to wait until morning. I would have had more respect if Mr. Oyster'd covered his ass differently. Like - "there was miscommunication and the situation was not fully apparent until further investigation and after looking into blah blah blah" and then an action plan for future incidents. Oh well. That's why he's the station owner and not a successful corporate executive: small vision.

( more gobbledy gook )

12th Night

It was weird. I was there without husband (or kids). I haven't been to a 12th Night without Farin in 18 years.

One plus: I had the most restful sleep evah! 2 nights of that and I came home fired up. Totally zooming around the house.

The event: it was nice. I didn't feel rushed. I wasn't involved in organizing or being on someone else's time schedule. Nor was I playing catch up or tag w/ my spouse, which was a part I missed.( notes )