Cramps this morning, so at least I know my body’s not planning on, say ovulating again.  I might get a period in a week, I might get it tomorrow, I might not get one at all, but I think the action has moved out of the ovaries and into the uterus.

(Hoping of course that this is not real action I’m talking about.  Crappy-embryo-pregnancy is not the optimum outcome, here.)

I think the new job is going to be less stressful – exponentially less stressful.  Sounds like the manager here is more of an Empress, than a princess, and she rules her basement desmesne with an iron hand.  Since I only, however, saw her on my way to & from the staff room for lunch, I think I’m going to do just fine.  At no time did she call me into her office to bitch about my co-workers, so I’m thinking big improvement.

The customer base for this branch is Chinese & South Asian, and while racial/cultural stereotypes are a bad thing, there can be a grain of truth to them as well, so long as they’re applied generally, and not specifically.  To wit, Eastern Euro branches have a lot of belligerent customers and even the non-aggro ones are quarrelsome.  Asian branches tend to be busy, but very polite, rule-abiding customers.  Um, yeah.  So far, SO TRUE.  It really makes it a much different job.  I answered reference questions yesterday.  And when I gave someone an answer, they thanked me instead of arguing with me.  A nice change.

And then there’s the food.  Oh my.  And the co-workers who immediately tried to make me feel like I’d been there forever, just one of the gang.  Plus they all knit.  Unfortunately – or maybe fortunately – for me, this branch is closing in a few months, so I can’t get too comfortable here, either.

I told the assistant manager that I was “undergoing treatment for a condition” and would be taking odd late mornings and days off in the next few weeks.  ”No problem” was his response.  Oh yeah.  This is what it’s like to work with people who are good at their job.

So I’m mentally hovering around my lower abdomen, hoping that the cramps progress rapidly, signaling a new period, signaling that we can get back on track sooner rather than later.  Hoping that working for an Empress really is better than working for a princess, and hoping that this time next year I’m only working for my own little dictator-in-arms.

(And in the meantime:  PHO!)