Well-Earned Reprieve.

I woke up today with a dry throat, again. Kind of scratchy. Yet it wasn’t the scratchy that was a precursor to a sore throat. I can just tell. I’m finally at the point where I can roll out of bed a half hour before my shift starts. Bright and early at 7 AM, today. Once I got there, Melissa went to the back to do whatever it was she was doing. Talking, I found my voice going. Fast. Thing is, when you’re surrounded by fresh baked goods, you simply can’t cough. Not possible. There are no acceptable directions “away” from the goods that you can cough, nor can you simply cover your mouth. Because your hands touch food. Nevermind the wax paper. Ever see a Carlin skit (or some other comic) about whether germs can simply crawl across the other side of the paper? *laughs*

*sneezes*

So I simply tried to clear my throat without coughing, not succeeding. Finally, I got a break in customers, and went over to a different area to cough while covering my mouth. I then immediately washed my hands. My voice was fine for the rest of the day.

I just checked my slips of register tape that I write my schedule on. My last day off was Wednesday of last week. *blinks* No wonder I feel fatigued! Working 8 – 9 hours a day for nine days in a row would tire anybody out. My next days off are TOMORROW, Monday, and the Friday after that. Not that I have anything to do on Fridays, but isn’t it cool that they graced me with Friday off?

I was supposed to open three days next week, two days with Jenny watching me. Jenny and I talked to Steve, and I’m taking her hours on Sunday and will have Monday off. Gotta love the constantly changing schedule. It’s better this way, I don’t need her to watch me two more days. I’ll be fine openning Tuesday with her, and then openning solo on Wednesday. Kind of exciting. I’ve been working here, what, a month?

I passed out again today after work. Not for long. I just couldn’t stay awake while playing Ocarina of Time. Tomorrow’s going to feel so nice, waking up. I asked Wendi if we could go out to Chevys tomorrow. The token family meal. It’s a ways down route ten, but I’m in horrid Chi-Chi’s withdrawal, and Chevys is the closest thing I know of. *purrs, distressed* I MISS MY CHI-CHI’S.

I’m at 86 hours and 50 minutes, over the past two weeks. FAT PAYCHECK. (As I like saying.) The 10 – 6 shift on Saturday is always interesting. Should put me at around 95 hours. *stretches* I wonder if the Direct Deposit will be good by then. Wait. We just switched banks. We used to be Fleet – I mean Bank of America. There’s one within view of the front of the store. Now we’re Wachovia. Whatever, I’m still cashing my check at that same bank.

Calm. I could get used to taking so many hot baths. Given how shitty our hot water heater is, I simply turn the water on full-hot, and let it fill. By the time it reaches optimum depth, the water coming out of the tap has cooled down, anyway. You know, who decided the dimensions of the modern bathtub-shower combo? I’m not even all that big, and it’s interesting to watch me fit into it. Just a foot or two and I could fit my feet in, it need not be wider. And it couldn’t kill them to put a backrest into the far end of it? It’s not that complicated, the floor of the tub would still be flat. … Makes me want to visit my local Home Depot.

*wheezes* Hmm, I am drinking orange jews.

I installed Sims the other day (sometime before this nine-day marathon), but haven’t gotten around to playing. The mood hasn’t struck me yet. Perhaps it will. I still have a game of Star Trek Voyager: Elite Force that I’m going through. Love that game. I’m at the Gunship, right now. I like using a code and giving myself a tricorder for no reason. Just makes me feel all Trekkie-like to walk around a Borg Cube with a tricorder. *giggles* Now, if only the tricorder was actually a useful part of the game, instead of being an afterthought. Ah, but if it was useful, the writers would have found a way to make you hate using the tricorder to solve puzzles. You know how programmers end up doing that.

Don’t get me started on how I think the Borg should be able to adapt to Infinite Modulation.

I love how one of the Klingon taunts is “Puny human”. I personally think the Scavenger Rifle is the worst weapon. I try to avoid using it whenever possible. I favor the Photon Cannon and the Compression Rifle. Arc Welder is cool, but eats ammo. Same with the Tetreyon Pulse Disrupter. Grenade Launcher is cool. Fun way to take out a group of people fighting amongst themselves. IMod.. kind of sucks. Phaser is cool.

*sneezes*

My parents have been saying things that make me want to smack them upside the head. I’ve at least reached the point where I’m saying nothing in return, as opposed to snapping. Perhaps I’ll even learn how to respond to them!

*goes to blow his nose*

I’m starting to remember people that come in. I’ve seen Al a couple of times. Diane claims I make good cappicinos. …Okay, whatever dude! *laughs*

I should start offering to make my personal concoction. Rather simple. Two and a half pumps hot chocolate, one pump house spice. Try it, Mary. It’s good. Doesn’t need anything else. For those wondering, the house spice is honey, vanilla, cinnamon and nutmeg. That’s what the bottle the sludge comes out of says. *smirks*

I’ve already mentioned the awesomeness of Icee Chai.

I mentioned to Susan how I like making drinks. She said not to bother being a bartender. She said she’s done it before, and people bitch too much. ..*laughs* Gotta love working with people older than you.

Thinking about closing Sunday. Two notes: One, I want to close Bakery. Because, hey, I know how to do it. Two, there’s this meeting that day. Mike put up a notice a week and a half ago that the store would be closing an hour early just for this meeting. In the notice, it specifically said not to ask a manager what it’s about. So, who knows. Which makes me think. If all these people are coming in around close, that means there’s going to be a LOT of people in there, and closing procedures probably will be done very fast.

I think that’s all on my mind, short of sharing how I like to fondle my balls, or have been resisting the urge to snap the thongs of my coworkers. Far cry from the girl whose ass is always hanging out, sometimes your underwear just sort of slips above your pants. It happens. Oh, reminds me. (I know, memory is odd like that.) I told Jenny she smelled good today and she said she was wearing Pink by Victoria’s Secret. Nothing overpowering, just kind of sweet smelling. I didn’t even notice she was wearing it until she was standing right next to me for a few seconds. Just thought I’d share.