Money or Memories?

So far work has been this surreal type of experience for me. I've been working at the movie theater in town for a month now and I've already received a write-up. Granted, it was for forgetting to do something which is completely small and doesn't seem very important, but it is. IT REALLY IS. I forgot to approve my timecard for a certain week. I work weekends and we're supposed to approve them by the Thursday of every week. My boss even txted me and reminded me, but I forgot. Of course. A write-up for that sort of thing isn't the biggest deal in the world so I'm good. I will recover by being the most enthusiastic and amazingly patient and customer-friendly employee out there! Well, maybe not, but I can try.

So what was my point in discussing boring old work? Oh yeah, I am starting to look forward to work tonight. Reason being that it will keep my mind off the fact that my family is in Tahoe without me. That fact doesn't bother me as much as the fact that I'd rather just be with them, even if it was just at home. Family vacations have been something that I never miss. I would rather visit aunts and uncles and both my grandmas than spend a day shopping, even at a bookstore(gasp!). Yeah, it's that important to me. So, with the coming of a job into my life and summer commencing, I am stuck missing a most sacred event in my life. A trip to Tahoe is nothing. On its own, it is nothing. The trip that I am missing right now is made of sweet, probably hilarious memories that I will never know, places and figures where something happened but I won't be filled in on it. Last night, my dear daddy called me and told me what they did. Nothing exciting: walked down to the beach just to look at it, walked around probably for close to an hour looking for a place to eat and then eventually ended up eating at the hotel (so typically our family because apparently, we have a hard time deciding what to eat half the time, another trip memory: San Luis Obispo at 11 pm and I don't even remember where we ended up eating). Anyway, day one and I'm already missing my family. What a softy.

Oh yeah! Another plan/trip that work ruined: visiting my grandma for two weeks or more, and I even marked pages in a vegan cookbook! I know, I know. The money will be worth it, but I can't imagine what the rest of the individuals in the working world end up losing every year? Money, maybe not. But memories and family time are sometimes just as, if not more, valuable. This is why I wouldn't mind being a teacher, just get a substitute! hehe