I wanna be a Toys R Us kid
Going into day three of TRU tonight, and I've been sore for days. It's the same kind of frustrating fun that the first Mario created, only I have yet to fall into any pits in the stock room. No turtles either. I'm most likely going to get at least one extra day this week, though I have yet to be informed of the specific day that it would be. But three days with our present staff and all the shit that we've got to do... no fuckin way. AND there's two trucks. First one's tonight, they're trying to save it for Friday and cancel the Friday truck. Here's hoping, right?
I find myself stumbling on the first of those 12 steps. Yet again. Until I feel absolutely certain about it, I don't feel quite right moving to step 2. That's why they're steps, right? Well shit. Still working on it.
Going to make some phone calls tomorrow, since my sleep schedule might not have to bend around working all night. Jason, Ashleigh, SERVE, my mom... and I'll just hope that Shelly calls me, since I can't call her. I keep myself busy so I don't think about her. I keep myself busy so I can stay sober. Between those two things, I guess I keep myself busy to make sure I don't get what I most desire. Right now it's all about getting money together, which means getting it and not spending it. Which means half-dropping off the radar. Which means wishing on every star that she's all right. I may need many things, but the only thing I really care about since I met her is her happiness, which happens to depend upon her well-being. So that's where I'm sitting. Actually I'm sitting in an antique chair in the Elliotts' office.
My arms are getting decently strong. I spent the last two nights building shelves, which means roughly 7 hours of lifting beams and precisely inserting them into the braces, then hammering them into place. The cleanup alone involved moving about a ton of metal, plus at least that weight in merchandise. I was there until 8am, which tacks two hours onto my work week. Bitchin.
About to have dinner soon -- salisbury steak, rice, and Chinese long beans. To drink: a cool glass of tea infused with some apple mint that Adam grew. Sometimes he uses orange mint.
I find myself stumbling on the first of those 12 steps. Yet again. Until I feel absolutely certain about it, I don't feel quite right moving to step 2. That's why they're steps, right? Well shit. Still working on it.
Going to make some phone calls tomorrow, since my sleep schedule might not have to bend around working all night. Jason, Ashleigh, SERVE, my mom... and I'll just hope that Shelly calls me, since I can't call her. I keep myself busy so I don't think about her. I keep myself busy so I can stay sober. Between those two things, I guess I keep myself busy to make sure I don't get what I most desire. Right now it's all about getting money together, which means getting it and not spending it. Which means half-dropping off the radar. Which means wishing on every star that she's all right. I may need many things, but the only thing I really care about since I met her is her happiness, which happens to depend upon her well-being. So that's where I'm sitting. Actually I'm sitting in an antique chair in the Elliotts' office.
My arms are getting decently strong. I spent the last two nights building shelves, which means roughly 7 hours of lifting beams and precisely inserting them into the braces, then hammering them into place. The cleanup alone involved moving about a ton of metal, plus at least that weight in merchandise. I was there until 8am, which tacks two hours onto my work week. Bitchin.
About to have dinner soon -- salisbury steak, rice, and Chinese long beans. To drink: a cool glass of tea infused with some apple mint that Adam grew. Sometimes he uses orange mint.