Morgan's Grandpa was awarded a Purple Heart. He earned it when grenade shrapnel tore into his hip after it exploded near his canteen. He was lucky in that there was a medic and a jeep very nearby at the time. Otherwise he likely would have died, would have never come home to have 8 kids, never would have had grandkids, and I would have a different husband cause Morgan would not exist.
My CABL, in a quiet moment between the two of us in the office, admitted that she made a huge mistake in not listening to me about our staffing concerns. She openly and very straight forward apologized for not listening to my advice earlier in the year and letting me take care of a situation with one of my employees by letting her go. Had we done this one thing a domino effect of crap would not be haunting us right now. She admitted that I was right. OMG.
The owners of the mall I work at have defaulted on their loan. Meaning that the mall is now for sale. Meaning that sometime in the next 2 weeks to 3 years the mall will sell and reorganize. This usually is no big deal, and for 90% of the mall staff it is still no big deal. But my job position is not one always found on property at a mall. The previous owners did not have a me. The future owners might not want a me. But I planned on job hunting like a mad woman while on maternity leave anyway, so lets just hope they don't find a buyer before I find a new job.
The last thing I learned yesterday is that my husband is still the worlds best baker of cookies. And that even a very small quantity of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies can result in some stinky aftermath.