C wanted to go to Charleston today but it took her forever to get out the door. Then she kept saying we could do other things. I kept driving to Charleston. Arrived at 1130 and walked through the Charleston City Market then on to King Street.
C went to a dress shop so I grabbed a snack at Target and people watched. The people who disobeyed the walk / don't walk signs, cutting in front of cars - they all had the same thing in common. One young man also got hit by a car while crossing against the light - and acted like it was the car's fault. Then later he violated the don't walk sign again.
After 30 minutes C came out of the shop and sat down, feeling woozy. She had scarcely eaten all day. She said my chips would've made her throw up, so I went back in Target for an energy bar. We walked back to the car and went to eat lunch.
Ate at Lewis BBQ, a Texas style BBQ place near downtown. Good stuff. I had a pork sandwich, potato salad, and these interesting French fries. Ceil had one big slice of brisket and another of turkey (both quite tasty). Also collards as well as slaw. We were stuffed, and hardly ate any supper.
After BBQ, I dropped C off at an art shop and later a jewelry store. Then we drove through downtown down past the old houses to the water's edge, to the tree lined park with war memorials.
There was road construction going on, and I joked that Charleston was still rebuilding from the Civil War.
Stopped at a few more shops on our way out of town as we passed through Mt Pleasant. Shouldn't have, but I bought a pair of black ECCO loafers. Kinda needed them, just a tiny bit.
Made it home by 7 pm. No rain in Charleston today, but we missed the rainy day on Pawleys Island.
Checked my work emails today. Pretty depressing. They were begging me to suggest computer enhancements, but person after person (who have no idea what I do) keep saying what I've suggested. Complete waste of my time. Good thing I'm on vacation or I would've given them a piece of my mind.
I try to do my job the way management has asked me to do it, which means the first work day that I've been gone I'm getting emails asking for help. I know I shouldn't be so sensitive, but this crap bothers me.
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