All by myself...
So I'm alone tonight - J. called in sick (for about the 200th time since the beginning of the year... C (the manager) needs to start hiring people who need the money... the teenagers she's hired so far have nicer cars than I do and obviously do not need the money) and no one picked up her shift after I posted it. Keep this under your hat, kids, but I actually prefer to work alone. Nights are dead anyhow because we have no stores in this mall worth visiting after it gets dark, and I can shut off the music and do whatever I want as long as I'm at the cash register. And no one expects me to do anything that a manager-on-duty would normally be responsible for, because, hello - I'm by myself. Beautiful.
I didn't sleep last night until 5am this morning... who knows why. This is my weekend here which means I open both Saturday and Sunday... getting home around 10pm and then turning around and being here at 9am tomorrow does not thrill my soul. Why is it always harder to get to sleep when you know you have to wake up at a specific time? It doesn't really matter how early or how late the specific time is... it's fear of the alarm, I guess.
And since I really have nothing else to write about...
I didn't sleep last night until 5am this morning... who knows why. This is my weekend here which means I open both Saturday and Sunday... getting home around 10pm and then turning around and being here at 9am tomorrow does not thrill my soul. Why is it always harder to get to sleep when you know you have to wake up at a specific time? It doesn't really matter how early or how late the specific time is... it's fear of the alarm, I guess.
And since I really have nothing else to write about...