Opening By Myself Is the El Que Horror
Ah, yes. Early morning. The grandeur...I fell asleep before 11 so...almost 7 hours of sleep. That's good enough. I know the title doesn't make sense, but if you mash together some of my speecherisms it makes... sense.
The 2:30 till 5:30 time though was a time for whack dreams. First I was visiting my old grade school, which had a lot more shelves in it than it used to. Why was that an extra detail? But it was, like, official grown up business and using computers and... something. Then all the sudden I'm in the gym (with Ben I think?) and there's random furniture on big yellow star block bases. I wanted one. Even more of an all the sudden was how Stef, the manager at Goodwill just appeared out of nowhere and started giving out orders and stuff. I guess Good Shepherds is now Goodwill and it's Saturday morning and we're not opening the main door for people's use, but we will be taking things out the back/side door. ?.
The other Production guys are there and we're in the gym's storage room, which is a big two story tall grey room in real life. For some reason there was a shower stall built in the corner and it had heavy duty glass doors. Some random guys come in with the intent of using the shower. I'm thinking to myself that they shouldn't cuz they look just like gusy from some horror movie I saw one time where one guy get's stabbed in the shower and dies while the another guy goes in to rescue him... and get's stabbed. Except that one doesn't die. Then another one drags the injured one away. That's exactly what happened. After I was like 'this is foolish' to myself so I went out to get ready to work. I was going on at 7, and even though other guys were there they weren't for a while.
So I'm drowning in donations. Neither of the doors are officially open so instead people are piling up their shit EVERYWHERE. And the nonexistant back door is piling up with furniture. Really nice pieces that have unfortunate gashes or stains and it's all so terrible. Tyler comes around and asks what the fuck is going on and I'm like 'no idea' and ask if he's punching in soon. No. Not at all. *drownz*. I give up and go back in the gym where Peter is on his laptop on the bleechers and I use it to try to find a satellite picture of the outside of our store. It works for my house but not for the store. Boooo hisss. Guess I'd best get back to work and then oh drat I wake up.
I love nights where I catch up on sleep cuz I always have the ginchiest dreams to write about. :)
The 2:30 till 5:30 time though was a time for whack dreams. First I was visiting my old grade school, which had a lot more shelves in it than it used to. Why was that an extra detail? But it was, like, official grown up business and using computers and... something. Then all the sudden I'm in the gym (with Ben I think?) and there's random furniture on big yellow star block bases. I wanted one. Even more of an all the sudden was how Stef, the manager at Goodwill just appeared out of nowhere and started giving out orders and stuff. I guess Good Shepherds is now Goodwill and it's Saturday morning and we're not opening the main door for people's use, but we will be taking things out the back/side door. ?.
The other Production guys are there and we're in the gym's storage room, which is a big two story tall grey room in real life. For some reason there was a shower stall built in the corner and it had heavy duty glass doors. Some random guys come in with the intent of using the shower. I'm thinking to myself that they shouldn't cuz they look just like gusy from some horror movie I saw one time where one guy get's stabbed in the shower and dies while the another guy goes in to rescue him... and get's stabbed. Except that one doesn't die. Then another one drags the injured one away. That's exactly what happened. After I was like 'this is foolish' to myself so I went out to get ready to work. I was going on at 7, and even though other guys were there they weren't for a while.
So I'm drowning in donations. Neither of the doors are officially open so instead people are piling up their shit EVERYWHERE. And the nonexistant back door is piling up with furniture. Really nice pieces that have unfortunate gashes or stains and it's all so terrible. Tyler comes around and asks what the fuck is going on and I'm like 'no idea' and ask if he's punching in soon. No. Not at all. *drownz*. I give up and go back in the gym where Peter is on his laptop on the bleechers and I use it to try to find a satellite picture of the outside of our store. It works for my house but not for the store. Boooo hisss. Guess I'd best get back to work and then oh drat I wake up.
I love nights where I catch up on sleep cuz I always have the ginchiest dreams to write about. :)