My life is the crazy one.
So I moved. Just like a block and a half. But I also simultaneously started the graveyard shift at Circle K, a convenience store in town. 10 pm - 6 am. Whee! I haven't quite figured out how to arrange my day so that I actually get to sleep yet, 'cause I just have too much crap to do. Also, I need to drive Laura to work at 11:30, and I suck at going back to bed. I may start staying up until after I drive her and then sleep while she's there. Yeah, I think that makes sense.
So yeah, that's pretty much sucking up my life right now, since I'm working forty hours.
There are lots of crazy people at night. Some are homeless, some are just completely whacked and I don't know how they have jobs. One lady talks to herself low, under her breath, about people never stopping screaming, but is then perfectly capable of talking in a completely normal voice when asking for her pack of Marb. light 100's. There's one homeless guy who helps out at the store, sweeping outside the front door and cleaning gas spills for hotdogs. He's normally pretty nice, but he came in hammered the other night and we had to send him home.
I am a officially blathering.
Good day.
So yeah, that's pretty much sucking up my life right now, since I'm working forty hours.
There are lots of crazy people at night. Some are homeless, some are just completely whacked and I don't know how they have jobs. One lady talks to herself low, under her breath, about people never stopping screaming, but is then perfectly capable of talking in a completely normal voice when asking for her pack of Marb. light 100's. There's one homeless guy who helps out at the store, sweeping outside the front door and cleaning gas spills for hotdogs. He's normally pretty nice, but he came in hammered the other night and we had to send him home.
I am a officially blathering.
Good day.