The one where I can’t think of an original title

Spent some time with Ember and Sammie tonight. I may be having dinner with them tomorrow night as well. One of our friends is seriously whipped and she’s trying to free him.

One of my people at work quit, so it’s just down to me and Rah-Rah again. She’s preggers though, and I don’t think she’s going to make it to, much less through, Christmas. I’m considering every day she works after Thanksgiving to be an early Christmas present. I can’t do this alone. I’ve told them on more than one occasion. They say they’re trying to get me help but it just takes so long I’m afraid it’ll be February before anyone shows up and by that time I’ll be in a mental hospital. I don’t even like tapioca pudding. Of course by then I may not remember that either…

On a happy note, my new immediate manager is much more willing to jump in and help when he needs to and we got rid of three whole pallets of freight today. Of course I’ll get four or five more tonight, but we did our best.

There may be a small tempest a brewin’ twixt me and the head honcho manager. I’m trying to change my availability to where I can’t work on Saturdays. I’m already unavailable before 1400, so I don’t see what the big deal is about the change, but I’m hearing that I may have to give up my department to get Saturdays off. Ok, where do I sign? It’s not like I’m ever scheduled for Saturdays anyway, this is just insurance. Dingbats. I considered being a police officer if the career here doesn’t work out. Ember thinks I could do that.