SUPERTIMMY TO THE RESCUE!

So much for having two people open with me. I was supposed to help the new girl, Natasha. And I can’t figure out why Kelly was scheduled to open. She calls out half the time, anyway.

…

I already babbled to Mary of MaryLand, so my zest for this dialogue is stunted. According to King Mike, we had VERY HIGH sales today during lunch, while being SEVERELY UNDERMANNED. It was at that critical point where if we had one less person, we would have been in some serious shit. This is keeping in mind that both Mike and Angie were doing line. I don’t think us cashiers asked a single question from them. Well, beyond soup-related things.

Really, it could have been a lot worse. What did I do during this? I was the person that ran around doing everything else that nobody else could do because they were pinned down. Doing floor is never just doing floor when I’m around, for some reason. I seem to be happy when I do a variety of things, and today I did just that. Adam had the floor when he got in, but Angie deferred that responsibility to me. Because she knows how much I rox0r.

It’s always the case that when I do floor, I’m conscience enough to help out as an actual cashier at times. I had to. Well, maybe I could have just ignored the line to the door which went down immensely once I helped out. Once we killed that line to the door, it never got nearly as long again. But there was always something. The soda machine ran out of ice! The horror! Yup, Mike told me to get on that. Trays for line? I’m on it. Soup bowls? I’m on it. Trash? I’m on it. Coffees? I’ll have it out before it goes empty. It’s amazing how much I enjoy responsibility, yet deny it all once I come home. *laughs* Suddenly, it’s clear why there’s a stereotype that corporate executives are submissive in the bedroom.

How many of you are wondering, “Wait, there’s a stereotype for that?”

*laughs*

I’m not sure why I work so hard. I stayed until 2:45, ensuring everything was stocked and… well. I’m sure I could have kept finding other things to do, had I looked for five seconds. I didn’t get to the trashes on line or to the right of the caramel pump. *pouts* …Oh well. So glad Trish told me she’d do the pan-out, or I would have been there for a while. That girl is amazing, neither Beth nor Adam could have handled bakery during that rush today like she did. Well, I could have. Just not while covering everything else.

I AM SUPERTIMMY!

Lost in the excitement, I forgot to pick up my paycheck. Eh, I’ll get it tomorrow. Openning again tomorrow. Pray I have more units.

It’s no wonder I don’t feel guilty when I fleece lemonade and pastries from Panera. And that green apple soda. I totally want to mix that with apple vodka and apple pucker, one of these days. Would there actually be a name for such a concoction? I wonder.

*yawns*

I didn’t nap when I came home. I took a hot bath. Done letting the hot water stagnant over my eyes, I took to the masochistic art of plucking my pubic hair. You know those hairs right in the spot under my cock? Yeah, those. Not really cockhair, yet not really ballhair. I just don’t like hair in that crevace. And those hairs that creep up the shaft, yet aren’t so high that you should justify plucking them? Well um. IT MAKES ME LOOK BIGGER. : D So I pluck plucked away all the hairs that annoyed me. When I was done, I felt better about myself.

I’ve gotten used to having pubic hair. Shocking. When’s warm weather coming? I want to wear my g-strings again. And you know g-string = intimate shaving.

It’s so fascinating to watch hair be plucked. It tugs on the skin. Then suddenly, it gives, and it slides out effortlessly.

Hmm, my parents are yelling (at each other).

There goes my train of thought.

*rolls eyes*

On a completely unrelated note, I’d swear ShopRite doesn’t carry cheese balls. I still have this huge urge to lick cheese balls. And. That urge goes unfulfilled.