Nuria Part 1

My partner Nuria will be home soon. She worked today.

Nuria doesn't have to work, she just likes working. She has a job with Macy's. She is always among the top three or four sales people at her store and the managers there like her. Even though her job is part-time and she usually works 25 to 30 hours per week, she sells more product and opens more credit cards than most of the Macy's sales clerks. 

One time, she was the administrative assistant to the Vice President of Manufacturing for an American clothing company. She had a lot of responsibility including arranging trips for her boss to various places, including some Central American countries.

She's taken over my house. She cleans it, cooks meals, washes dishes, does the laundry, and in general runs the house like she's managing a business. I just try to stay out of her way.

I take meds twice a day. If I'm still in bed when it's time for my morning meds, she brings them to me with a little cup of water. In the evening, she reminds me or she might just bring them to me, along with water. 

She just pulled up. Gotta go. Talk at you later.

... later ...

Sorry for the long delay after the last sentence, but Nuria was giving me a briefing on her day. She sold something that the computer said they should have five in stock, and they had none — because of shoplifting, which goes on constantly. And their security guard quit. The shoplifting is overwhelming, and everything at Macy's is good quality. The store is set to close in about a year, and the closing is probably due to losses that result from the ever-present shoplifting. Do people not realize that nothing you steal is free? You can pay cash now, or you can pay with your soul later, but you're going to pay.