...almost...
Okay, the only thing that's changed is that I'm working again. As of right now (and this is definitely subject to change) my schedule is this:
Monday-Wednesday: 7am-3pm at the Newton Highlands store
Thursday-Friday: 12pm-8pm at the Waltham store
Saturday: 9am-2pm with Mrs. Fleishmann
Sunday: 10am-11am with Mrs. Fleishmann
As you all can see, this means that I technically do not have a day off. However, on Saturday, I'm out pretty early. Ditto Mon-Wed. Therefore, I can still socialize (kinda). I'm doing all of this so that I can afford to go back to school in September, which, if I do it right, may or may not mark my last year of schooling until I pay off FPU. SOoooo...
Oy. My feet hurt like crazy. I worked a double yesterday, and regular shift today but it was a Garber day (grocery delivery), and I killed myself carrying a box of 7lb sacks of kitty litter around the store. Bright side: the people I work with at the Newton store are mostly Ethiopian/Sudanese but NOT related to/close friends with my mother. Therefore, I work with people who believe the sun shines out of my ass, and I don't have to deal with crazies and WIC checks all day. I love the idea of welfare... but I kind of hate the people who have it. Terrible, I know.
Ramble, ramble, nothing, nothing. I'm out.
Monday-Wednesday: 7am-3pm at the Newton Highlands store
Thursday-Friday: 12pm-8pm at the Waltham store
Saturday: 9am-2pm with Mrs. Fleishmann
Sunday: 10am-11am with Mrs. Fleishmann
As you all can see, this means that I technically do not have a day off. However, on Saturday, I'm out pretty early. Ditto Mon-Wed. Therefore, I can still socialize (kinda). I'm doing all of this so that I can afford to go back to school in September, which, if I do it right, may or may not mark my last year of schooling until I pay off FPU. SOoooo...
Oy. My feet hurt like crazy. I worked a double yesterday, and regular shift today but it was a Garber day (grocery delivery), and I killed myself carrying a box of 7lb sacks of kitty litter around the store. Bright side: the people I work with at the Newton store are mostly Ethiopian/Sudanese but NOT related to/close friends with my mother. Therefore, I work with people who believe the sun shines out of my ass, and I don't have to deal with crazies and WIC checks all day. I love the idea of welfare... but I kind of hate the people who have it. Terrible, I know.
Ramble, ramble, nothing, nothing. I'm out.