Early in the morning it pulls all on down my sore feet
Last night, I worked a shift with Alli, who is a few different categories of person to me: good friend, my Dude's ex and the mother of his child, my housemate, and now also my coworker.
This has been a good thing in general, and particularly for me, NGL. If we're working the same or fairly similar shifts, I get rides, rather than taking public transit. You know what that means? That means I don't have to spend two-freaking-hours between home and work, particularly late at night, as I have the 3-11pm slot five nights a week.
Another benefit is that I now have a friend in the office, someone who's known me less time than several coworkers, but who knows me better, and who understands that I might just be the silliest individual the place has seen in a while, but I don't tend to express it because it's a fairly conservative office, even for a place with three openly queer people in the senior staff, including me.
So now we come to last night. On the way to work, we stopped to use our Groupons for Taco Del Mar, and then went to the big chain drugstore and bought colouring books, good crayons, and cold drinks.
Most relaxing shift I've worked in five freaking years. We took calls, I was on dispatch (handling the wrap-up for all calls/quality control of messages), and it was just me and Alli in the office, with a couple of remote operators logged in from home. Alli and I chatted and shared our box of Crayolas and coloured quite happily, and toward the end of our nine hours, we decided that the two men in our office needed some art on their desks. Boss D got Alli's cheery little beetle waving hello, and Undermanager J got my Very Pink Astral Unicorn (With Scruffy Purple Neckbeard-Fungus), and we pretty much laughed our asses off while completing our final duties for the evening.
This needs to happen more. I would like my job SO much more if I could have shifts like this with any kind of regularity. Hell, once a month would probably do it. And it never hurts that yesterday was my Friday, and I'm now into my weekend.
On the way home, I learned that we have a Coldstone Creamery in a 24-hour Tim Horton's near home, so my day was pretty much awesome, though I did nearly kill myself with a french fry from McDonalds. I also discovered that I don't like cake-batter ice cream as much as I thought I would (it doesn't have a lot of flavour for me, after the first few bites), but I think sweet cream or blueberry or... well, almost any other I saw in their freezer, with almonds and graham cracker crust as add-ins, would be marvelous.
To conclude: Alli is my favourite coworker, ice cream is good, and McDonalds might kill you, though not for the reasons the media would have you believe. LOL. Ooh, and Jay gives really really good back-scratches. I think I'm a bit spoiled.
This has been a good thing in general, and particularly for me, NGL. If we're working the same or fairly similar shifts, I get rides, rather than taking public transit. You know what that means? That means I don't have to spend two-freaking-hours between home and work, particularly late at night, as I have the 3-11pm slot five nights a week.
Another benefit is that I now have a friend in the office, someone who's known me less time than several coworkers, but who knows me better, and who understands that I might just be the silliest individual the place has seen in a while, but I don't tend to express it because it's a fairly conservative office, even for a place with three openly queer people in the senior staff, including me.
So now we come to last night. On the way to work, we stopped to use our Groupons for Taco Del Mar, and then went to the big chain drugstore and bought colouring books, good crayons, and cold drinks.
Most relaxing shift I've worked in five freaking years. We took calls, I was on dispatch (handling the wrap-up for all calls/quality control of messages), and it was just me and Alli in the office, with a couple of remote operators logged in from home. Alli and I chatted and shared our box of Crayolas and coloured quite happily, and toward the end of our nine hours, we decided that the two men in our office needed some art on their desks. Boss D got Alli's cheery little beetle waving hello, and Undermanager J got my Very Pink Astral Unicorn (With Scruffy Purple Neckbeard-Fungus), and we pretty much laughed our asses off while completing our final duties for the evening.
This needs to happen more. I would like my job SO much more if I could have shifts like this with any kind of regularity. Hell, once a month would probably do it. And it never hurts that yesterday was my Friday, and I'm now into my weekend.
On the way home, I learned that we have a Coldstone Creamery in a 24-hour Tim Horton's near home, so my day was pretty much awesome, though I did nearly kill myself with a french fry from McDonalds. I also discovered that I don't like cake-batter ice cream as much as I thought I would (it doesn't have a lot of flavour for me, after the first few bites), but I think sweet cream or blueberry or... well, almost any other I saw in their freezer, with almonds and graham cracker crust as add-ins, would be marvelous.
To conclude: Alli is my favourite coworker, ice cream is good, and McDonalds might kill you, though not for the reasons the media would have you believe. LOL. Ooh, and Jay gives really really good back-scratches. I think I'm a bit spoiled.