Am I supposed to blind myself so I never have to see-
VTO is getting ridiculously out of hand. With all the extra help from the new training classes people are getting off earlier and earlier. Yesterday I came in for my shift at 1:45, I was out by 3:25.
The only reason I chose to leave so early was due to the fact that I had no cash and would have none until Tuesday at the earliest. So, I arrived at Dino's close to 4:00 PM. Travis poked his head out the back door and asked, "Do you want to work tonight?" Of course I did. "You can start now." Now I can afford to live until next week.
The weather outside is getting rather fierce and apparently, the worst of it has yet to come. Approximately seven minutes til 4:00 PM we were asked to move to the central hallway downstairs. I've never worked for a company that has actually practiced that move outside of a drill. At T-Mobile, we were never moved to the central hallway, and even if they had moved us there is no way all 500+ of us that were working at the time would fit in that one tiny halway. Not to mention any tornado would have peeled that tin roof from the building like a can opener and there was only one level.
As I was standing in the lower hall, hoping we wouldn't have to get back on the phones, I realized my new place isn't very tornado friendly (not that a tornado is a frequent problem or worry). Every room has a window in cluding my bathroom. I think I saw a cellar door while taking out the garbage the other day, but I actually haven't explored it any further. I wonder if anything's down there. Maybe a homeless guy, a futon, and a bedpan like when I lived with Ryan and Robyn on 14th.
It's geting down to the wire.
I never realized how much of an alcoholic I actually am until I stopped drinking this past week. It seems every night I wake up in this cold sweat with some strange fear that someone is in my house. I think a lot of it, though it's not on a consience level, is stress from the whole pregnancy scare. Well, possible pregnancy (I'll find out in the next few days). For example, the other night I woke up because I thought, I could have swore, I heard a kid screaming. Not an infant, just a kid. I walked through every room and stood at every window before finally settling back down. It hadn't even crossed my mind that it may be related to the whole pregnancy scare until someone pointed it out. Wierd, I hope this isn't some ominous sign that I'm about to be confronted with some rather difficult news.
The only reason I chose to leave so early was due to the fact that I had no cash and would have none until Tuesday at the earliest. So, I arrived at Dino's close to 4:00 PM. Travis poked his head out the back door and asked, "Do you want to work tonight?" Of course I did. "You can start now." Now I can afford to live until next week.
The weather outside is getting rather fierce and apparently, the worst of it has yet to come. Approximately seven minutes til 4:00 PM we were asked to move to the central hallway downstairs. I've never worked for a company that has actually practiced that move outside of a drill. At T-Mobile, we were never moved to the central hallway, and even if they had moved us there is no way all 500+ of us that were working at the time would fit in that one tiny halway. Not to mention any tornado would have peeled that tin roof from the building like a can opener and there was only one level.
As I was standing in the lower hall, hoping we wouldn't have to get back on the phones, I realized my new place isn't very tornado friendly (not that a tornado is a frequent problem or worry). Every room has a window in cluding my bathroom. I think I saw a cellar door while taking out the garbage the other day, but I actually haven't explored it any further. I wonder if anything's down there. Maybe a homeless guy, a futon, and a bedpan like when I lived with Ryan and Robyn on 14th.
It's geting down to the wire.
I never realized how much of an alcoholic I actually am until I stopped drinking this past week. It seems every night I wake up in this cold sweat with some strange fear that someone is in my house. I think a lot of it, though it's not on a consience level, is stress from the whole pregnancy scare. Well, possible pregnancy (I'll find out in the next few days). For example, the other night I woke up because I thought, I could have swore, I heard a kid screaming. Not an infant, just a kid. I walked through every room and stood at every window before finally settling back down. It hadn't even crossed my mind that it may be related to the whole pregnancy scare until someone pointed it out. Wierd, I hope this isn't some ominous sign that I'm about to be confronted with some rather difficult news.