Unusual

Part of what makes me smile and wince at the same time about this gig is how it feels I've been brought into the family. On one side, I know whatever needs working out, we can do in conversation without the hierarchial posturing and politicking that would happen if we were just means to eachother getting paid. On the other, it puts you in an unusual position when affairs of the heart start working on people.
Kim, her mom, random friends of the family. It's all home here.

Not that I mind being asked my opinion on things.
I've got plenty of opinion to go around, as frequent readers and anyone who knows me in realtime (much the same crowd, actually) can attest.
It's just a little odd sometimes.

When Brian made a new friend, he brought T. by the shop to introduce him to his sister and me. We helped vet this human--are you crazy? are you going to make life hard? do you mesh well with the crew?

When T's in town, he stops by the shop to say hey to the family. Hangs out with us. He's one of us now, unless dire chance and fateful cock-up conspire to make him an ass, and it's good to have him.

I think he realises that he's one of us, too, because today, he brought his mother round to meet the family. Me, too. "Mom, this is Jess. She's one of the Massage Therapists I told you about."

And it's good. "Good to meet you, ma'am. How're you doing?"

And then I realise:
I'm being introduced like another sister, kindof.

It's odd.
It's good.
But it's odd.