I still felt ill this morning and had the urge to stay in bed and sleep all day but I had to get up for work. Somehow I managed to drag myself out of bed. My mom was feeling better, as was Zack, and so mom decided that they all had a bug of sorts, but I must have the flu. She also decided that it was from messing about in the sea in the cold the other day, which 'you know your not supposed to do.' Then she enquired about a wet suit, how much they cost etc, seen as I like 'playing,' in the sea so much! After the lecture about that she gave me about ten different medicines to take before I could go to work, I think she is trying to poison me! I also had to go back upstairs to put a sweater on before I left! 'Don't want to get even worse now do you!" (Didn't she notice that it was sunny?) I don't know if her caring moods are worse than her bad ones! Still, it was either moms cocktail or the fresh air but I felt better before I got to work, which was good.
The garage was busy today, and I spent half of the day washing cars down with Sam. After my lunch break Luke took me to the booking door, and showed me how to fill in the register forms we need before we can take a vehicle which needs maintaining in. It was all easy stuff as its simple pen on paper, we only take a few details down too for the record books. This side of the garage was quiet as most people were here for a simple wash which doesn't concern us, so we spent the afternoon having paper aeroplane races, which I won!
After we shut the place down and cleaned up me and Bob stayed an extra hour where she slowed me a few more things. We concentrated on the tools mostly, but then he let me help him replace a windshield, he taught me what to do as we went. It was all pretty easy stuff, and after we finished I went and called up the head office to order more seal, seen as we used the last of it. Bob was surprised when I offered to do it, and he listened into the conversation grinning. I didn't know what was wrong with him, making a phone call isn't hard! He said he was laughing because Sam has worked here five months and still refuses to call up orders, as he is too nervous, but I do it without being told what information I need to give them. After that he paid me, giving me more than usual, saying that the extra was a tip for thinking on my feet. I didn't complain!
When we locked the place up for good it was dark out, and Bob insisted that he take me home. I told him it was all right and that I'm a big boy who can walk home in the dark, he found it funny but was having none of it, he would take me home. He drove me home in his van and we made small talk. He asked me if I'd been fighting again, seen as my lip is still split, and the bruises on my knuckles haven't completely faded. I said I was but it wasn't my fault, which made him laugh. He told me that I remind him of what he was like when he was younger, he said the similarities were there. He said that I should realise that fighting isn't always the answer, which is something he took a long time to learn. He went quiet after saying that and I got the feeling he was upset or sad about something so I didn't talk no more, I didn't want to say something wrong.
When he dropped me off I said thanks and he seemed to cheer up. I got in the house and Zack was helping Cazzy build something with her blocks. He told me that mom had gone out with Dave, and that there was some food in the oven for me that needed warming over. I left it and went straight to my room. I was really tired and still feeling bad so I went straight to bed.
I checked my phone before I went to sleep and Terri had sent me a message saying, 'Dont work too hard. Missing you.' I didn't text back I was too tired, I think I will call round tomorrow to surprise her.
Jack.