Black Weekend '07
Oh gosh. Why aren't I in bed? After the weekend I've had, why the hell aren't I in bed?!?!?!?!
Because I can't farkin sleep. Assoles.
And when I say assholes, i mean no one in general. Just whomever decided that I should not be asleep in my warm bed with my warm fiance and should, therefore, be sitting at the computer, freezing my ankles off.
Because, though I had Wednesday and Thursday off, I worked my booty off Friday and Saturday. Because in a 36 hour period, I worked 20 hours. In just two days, I worked as much as I will work all next week.
I was orignally scheduled on Black Friday to arrice at 2 pm and work until close at 11 pm. And then my general manager, who I am constantly trying to impress with my talent for customer service and professionalism, asked me to stay later. Ah, sure. Overtime! (ON never offers OT) Time and half, hell yeah. And then double time....and then another shift 10 hours later. Ohhhh, my achin ass.
I was in that store until 330 am. I arrived at 200 pm. I'm either crazy or a rockstar.
My feet hurt soooo bad in places that haven't hurt since my ankle reconstruction. My ass really does hurt. My legs hurt. My ribs hurt.
But, before I even reached the point where I was singing Phantom of the Opera while folding 250 clearance polos in varying shades and sizes, I was having a fantastic Thanksgiving. I spent a majority of the day half aware of my surroundings because of my monster cold. And any time alone long enough to think was spent being sad and homesick. But Jason's family is so much fun and so bright and loving. His cousins (though crazy stoners) were fun and tried so hard to make me feel welcome. A couple of them even took the time to barbeque my soy burgers. And at the end of the night no one said "It was nice to meet you". They all said "I can't wait to hang out. Call us and lets get together!" and "Hey, come over the bridge and we'll work out together!" So, Jason had nothing to worry about (he was afraid to introduce me to his family, thinking they'd scare me away, ha)
I'm still homesick. I'm not sure if I'll EVER stop being homesick. But, Jason is doing everything he can to make me feel happy. And I can't ask for anything better.
Because I can't farkin sleep. Assoles.
And when I say assholes, i mean no one in general. Just whomever decided that I should not be asleep in my warm bed with my warm fiance and should, therefore, be sitting at the computer, freezing my ankles off.
Because, though I had Wednesday and Thursday off, I worked my booty off Friday and Saturday. Because in a 36 hour period, I worked 20 hours. In just two days, I worked as much as I will work all next week.
I was orignally scheduled on Black Friday to arrice at 2 pm and work until close at 11 pm. And then my general manager, who I am constantly trying to impress with my talent for customer service and professionalism, asked me to stay later. Ah, sure. Overtime! (ON never offers OT) Time and half, hell yeah. And then double time....and then another shift 10 hours later. Ohhhh, my achin ass.
I was in that store until 330 am. I arrived at 200 pm. I'm either crazy or a rockstar.
My feet hurt soooo bad in places that haven't hurt since my ankle reconstruction. My ass really does hurt. My legs hurt. My ribs hurt.
But, before I even reached the point where I was singing Phantom of the Opera while folding 250 clearance polos in varying shades and sizes, I was having a fantastic Thanksgiving. I spent a majority of the day half aware of my surroundings because of my monster cold. And any time alone long enough to think was spent being sad and homesick. But Jason's family is so much fun and so bright and loving. His cousins (though crazy stoners) were fun and tried so hard to make me feel welcome. A couple of them even took the time to barbeque my soy burgers. And at the end of the night no one said "It was nice to meet you". They all said "I can't wait to hang out. Call us and lets get together!" and "Hey, come over the bridge and we'll work out together!" So, Jason had nothing to worry about (he was afraid to introduce me to his family, thinking they'd scare me away, ha)
I'm still homesick. I'm not sure if I'll EVER stop being homesick. But, Jason is doing everything he can to make me feel happy. And I can't ask for anything better.