Ho Hum

Grand Poobah did not come yet, so we’re good. Had a good night last night, we should have had a freaking spectacular night. I don’t know why my stockers seem hell bent on snatching defeat from the jaws of victory every time they get a chance. We didn’t even get a truck on "my" side of the store last night so I sent all but two of my people over to help and they still almost managed to not get done. And they had less than 1500 cases to throw. They normally have between 2500 and 3000 with fewer people. Morons.

I’m doing pretty well personally. I’m not sure if I’ve done my counting right but the next two BuckBucks should be in for an in-store training experience next week.

It seems like I’m going to be by myself, and possibly working sixty hour weeks, until at least Thanksgiving, possibly all the way through February. If we aren’t getting a third overnight manager than I am going to try to politely point out that putting us on five days (5×12=60 hours) for the next fifteen weeks or so would be totally unreasonable and extremely detrimental to our health and mental well being.

Not that they care, but I’ll mention it anyway.

I haven’t talked to Critter for more than a few minutes in almost two weeks now. She sent me a text last Sunday asking if the kids had school on Monday or one more day of Fall break. Of course I knew. And of course I took a lot of razzing from my employees when "don’t wanna close my eyes, don’t want to fall asleep…" blared out of my phone during the pre-shift meeting and then I stopped the meeting and grabbed my phone to see what she wanted…

Got some other things to speak of on the Critter front, just weird things, but I’ll save them until a day off looms large in my future.

I had a nightmare about D & B the other day. I’m not entirely sure how K escaped my dream, especially since I seem to have bonded more with her than the other two. At any rate, I was so shaken I sent a text to Critter asking if everything was OK, to which she responded that she was on he way to pick them up, why was I asking. I told her I’d had a nightmare and was just worried.

Not going to go into details, mostly because I don’t want to remember them when I read this ten years from now, but suffice it to say that the person who did the thing that was done got exactly what he deserved in a way that only the barely restrained Sith Lord in my inner soul could deliver it.

It was glorious. But I still woke up in a cold sweat worried about the kids. I have no idea what triggered the nightmare either, but God Himself (or the Goddess Herselves) won’t be able to protect anyone who does to them in real life what was done in my nightmare.