Something real for the day.

Really, I don't usually show up late for work. There are the odd time where I show up late simply because I mix up a 11:30 start for a 12:30 start. I'll usually make it at 11:35 fully showered minus a coffee. Usually the MoD will allow me the moments to get a coffee since I've probably worked a combined 100 hours for free when I've come early in the past. Today, however I was "on time" with my luke warm iced long Americano in hand. If it's made right it's never luke warm, but I can't complain. You have to add the shots to the ice and not add the ice to the standing shots. Celeste will do it, Sue will do it....

Work was work. *random girl's name*'s knee is still out so he wasn't in at 11:30. I told the Sarge he could have called me in earlier, but he wanted me in until 9. I informed him I could have done both and for once he didn't want me to. I've worked more than my fair share of rough shifts these days. Like the soul sucking 2:30 to 11: 15 or twin 12:30 to 11:15s. At least I'm not working going into the next inventory next week like I've done with the past two. No library on this one either. Thank god.

Staci was predictably grumpy but I can't blame her. I got her a coffee before I left and she seemed thankful. I care about her in a way I simply cannot express. I'm not that eloquent yet. It's more than simply friendship, a little more passionate than a family member and not quite a lover yet. See? No where near eloquent  enough. It's like I'm barfing up the english language expecting something.

I ran into Shawna on my break today, she was killing time before her shift started at the nearby BP. I knew she was there after Saint filled me in a while ago. Shawna had more than half an hour to kill. She "walked" me back and forth between the grocery for my orange juice and back to work. She talked to Brother Mark for a while when I was having my left over Chicken Salad sandwich was Friday with my remaining Gala apple.  

Not the best day at work. A small child asked me "If I had a Death Wish?"...I probably should have throat punched him instead of going "what?" ...we didn't have a movie called "Death Wish." Another child asked me if "Iron Man" was out on DvD yet. The response should have been "Fuck no you idiot." The actually response was something far more pleasant. Things like that throw me off. So much so I keep suggesting Diane Keaton movies when someone asks for Diane Lane. I've done that twice. Terrible.

but Brother Mark showed up early to help us wade through the Chaos(Which Daemonhunters are the best at by the way) and all was well enough when Staci arrived later. It was an A Team Sunday night which is rare, but we were still understaffed and overworked. Spenny and Jolene quit. *Random Girls Name* is out with medical reasons....Brother Mark and Staci are overworked shift leaders and I can't do a thing to help them since I'd make a terrible shift. We'll survive. We always do. We just end up losing a small part of our souls which causes us to hate children more and more. It takes a moment of thought when I see a small child riding towards me on a bicycle...should I closeline them off?...

It's what retail does to you.

I do enjoy aspects of my job. The people I work with(Ok, Mark and Staci) and helping people who actually need my help and are thankful for it. Those customers are few and far between but I've been told by other people that I'm actually good at what I do. I fail to believe it.

Nope. I don't have anymore Warhammer in me. I've fallen off CoH for a while until they fix Trick Arrow/Archery. Keeps redrawing the bow when you switch between them....shouldn't do that.

Done and done. Work Monday. Tuesday off. Meeting Wenesday...something Thursday, Something Friday...Saturday off.

-Cleric