Still hanging in there
I have been working for the big toy-selling giraffe since right before Halloween. Our little band of miscreants (also known as the overnight crew) will be together at least one more week. I'm still not sure what's going to happen after Christmas, but I did sign up to be considered for a more permanent position.
It's just so bizarre, being a vampire elf. I mean, I've always been a night owl. It's never been this regular and consistent, though. (When I say 'elf' in this context, I mean like Santa's little helpers, and not the Tolkien variety. This time, anyway.) It's a full-time gig, from 10pm to 6am. We get to go outside for a little while at midnight, but after that, we're locked in until morning. That kind of schedule can do weird things to you. I hardly ever know what day it is. I go to sleep when the sun is out, and wake up when it's dark. The past two months are kind of a blur to me. If it weren't for the constant bombardment of Christmas music and other holiday frippery at the store, I would have already forgotten what month it is.
All that said, as far as retail gigs go, it's not that bad! I open boxes with my cutter, and I put the contents on the shelves. I am unofficially in charge of the boy's section, which is mostly Transformers, Star Wars, Pokemon, toy automobiles, and Nerf guns. My co-workers, including the boss, are a riot. They keep me in stitches all night, which helps with the missing-my-kids-and-husband-and-home tremendously. If I remember to do so, tomorrow I will post a picture of the Christmas tree they made out of toilet paper rolls.
Welllll, anyway. I should probably stop rambling and get to bed. I usually have Sunday nights off, but with this being the week before Christmas, no such luck. By the time I get to rest Wednesday night, I will have worked a week straight.
Stupid giraffe.
It's just so bizarre, being a vampire elf. I mean, I've always been a night owl. It's never been this regular and consistent, though. (When I say 'elf' in this context, I mean like Santa's little helpers, and not the Tolkien variety. This time, anyway.) It's a full-time gig, from 10pm to 6am. We get to go outside for a little while at midnight, but after that, we're locked in until morning. That kind of schedule can do weird things to you. I hardly ever know what day it is. I go to sleep when the sun is out, and wake up when it's dark. The past two months are kind of a blur to me. If it weren't for the constant bombardment of Christmas music and other holiday frippery at the store, I would have already forgotten what month it is.
All that said, as far as retail gigs go, it's not that bad! I open boxes with my cutter, and I put the contents on the shelves. I am unofficially in charge of the boy's section, which is mostly Transformers, Star Wars, Pokemon, toy automobiles, and Nerf guns. My co-workers, including the boss, are a riot. They keep me in stitches all night, which helps with the missing-my-kids-and-husband-and-home tremendously. If I remember to do so, tomorrow I will post a picture of the Christmas tree they made out of toilet paper rolls.
Welllll, anyway. I should probably stop rambling and get to bed. I usually have Sunday nights off, but with this being the week before Christmas, no such luck. By the time I get to rest Wednesday night, I will have worked a week straight.
Stupid giraffe.