Evan
At the Riverside Olympics at the original store on July 13th, I was talking to Evan. He is my favorite person I have met at Riverside, besides Cabot. We are completely and absolutely different, but I love him and I think he likes me quite a bit as well. He is even dating the other Michelle just so it's easier to pretend it is me, I'm sure of it. Anyway. This is going to seem totally insignificant but we were talking and he made sure he still had my number and I had his. Out of nowhere. And that meant a lot to me, that he wants to make sure that we can still contact each other, despite having absolutely no reason to. Maybe he feels the same connection I feel, or maybe cares about me the way I care about him, or maybe I'm completely wrong and he wanted my number in case he needed an emergency worker at the store this summer. I don't care. I have his number, and he has mine, and he checked that it was so.
Al
Al is the founder/owner of Riverside. On Friday, he was at our store because we had just given out coupons and were expecting a huge rush (which we got). At one point, he told me, "If you ever want a job with us and someone tells you they don't have one, tell them to call me. You are welcome here anytime." Schwhat? I didn't think Al liked me very much, and wasn't even sure he remembered that I was the same blonde-haired girl he worked with every day three years ago, and here he is, offering me guaranteed re-hire? It was quite surprising. I am only used to criticism and awkward jokes from him. To be told that was just...nice. And I want to remember that niceness, even if I never have to take him up on the offer.
David and Stas
David and I went to Stas's grave today. It was my first time there since we had a band competition at WCU the day of the funeral. Apparently my grandmother is also buried there, but I haven't been to her grave since I was a preteen at most, so I had forgotten. I wish I had known so I could find it. Maybe I will go over Thanksgiving break. We just hung out and talked about high school for an hour or so. I had to pee like crazy. A nice man who worked for the cemetery tried to help us find the grave, but David beat him to it. Instead, he told us about the metal pegs in the ground that mark the lots (Stas is in lot 214 on Oak Hill) and the family plot corner markers that were popular a while back and still square off the cemetery grounds. His name was Mark. On the phone, he talked to a woman named Renee. People are important.