Finally got down to the trails today.
Work was really, really hard. I have a manager who is both kind and generous, while also having the worst temper out of anyone I’ve ever known. We were busy to the point that I couldn’t get anything done, task-wise, except address the needs of the customer. Then my manager, who hasn’t had a day off in weeks, came in to “help”. All he did was grumble around and eventually lose his temper and throw something because there wasn’t Splenda on our condiment bar. I feel for the guy, but this brought me to angry tears. I called him out on it and he almost lost his cool on me. I gotta admit, confrontation isn’t really my style. Manager kept telling me to breathe, and I kept saying, “Believe me, I’m trying.”
Rain has finally come, though, in an otherwise dry winter. Stepping outside, knowing my face has been in a nonstop state of pinkish-red all day (really, all week), the cool breeze and mist on my cheeks relieved me. The smell of douglas firs and ponderosa pines in the rain is glorious, and you can smell it all over town. After scarfing some nachos as a comforting lunch, we took a walk. In Los Alamos, that means being suddenly on a trail, if you want to be. Thank goodness. I could breathe again.