26 December 2002

26 December 2002

When Jennifer and I were little girls we used to spend a lot of time during the summer at my dad’s shop so they wouldn’t have to pay for daycare or put up with Jennifer and I constantly calling from home complaining that the other did this or that. While we were down there, dad and uncle Paul would give us little duties to keep us out of their way while they worked. And so C & J Maintenance was born. We didn’t have any say in the name of our company but I was glad that the C came before the J. We would wash the windows, mop the show room floor, help Paul put together the ATVs and then we would get a little bit of cash for helping out.

The reason Jenn and I took so much time to go home was so that we could help my dad count inventory. He thought there would be enough work to keep Jenn and I busy for 4 days. After the first day we had most of the inventory done. Dad hadn’t taken into consideration that the two of us wouldn’t have to stop every 20 minutes to help customers. I worked for 7 hours today and ran out of things to do.

I mailed a letter and Christmas card to Nathan, both will be extremely late but he knows they are on the way.

After work we went to have dinner at Tony’s Pizza with Aaron, Jessica and Darrick because they would be leaving the Saturday morning. Jessica invited her mom and brother, so dinner ended up being a bit more crowded than we had expected. We all had a good time, the pizza was just like I remembered it being, the best darn pizza in Lander. Jacob pretended he was going to take the $7 that we had left for the tip and we all yelled at him. We gathered up all of our things and said our goodbyes and they went their way and we went to grandma’s to finish cleaning up after Christmas dinner.

When we got in the car my mom pointed out that Jacob had gone back to the table after all of us were standing at the doorway getting ready to go outside and when he came outside he had his hands in his pockets. I felt so terrible saying this, but my mom was so worried that he had taken the tip money that I told her she could call to see if they had actually gotten the tip. The waitress had and we all felt a little worse about doubting his character, but after picking it up and putting it in his pocket once, then going back to the table after we were all away from it and coming out with his hands in his pockets it was a little suspicious. And that poor waitress deserved a tip, dealing with my aunt and her kids isn’t always the easiest thing to do. Cyndi had already told the poor girl that she wasn’t getting a tip because she wouldn’t make the bill disappear.

After we finished cleaning up we went home and called it a night, or watched some TV I can’t remember for sure.