The Working Man Blues...
Heigh, ho – Heigh, ho...
It’s Thursday morning – 8 days to go until I become old and decrepit.
I’m dragging tail this morning, despite the fact that I’ve already slammed one can of Diet Pepsi, and I’m seriously considering a second. I got home from my PT job late last night, and I’m running on about 5 hours of sleep. That, and I worked my butt off at the gym this morning. But no whining – it’s not allowed or socially polite. Besides, you really don’t want to hear it, so I’ll just spare you and move on. Be sure to thank me later.
I had a good night last night at “Rhymes with Farnes and Roble”; I worked with the store’s manager last night for the first time in months – we just never seem to be there on the same days. She was amazed at how quickly I had the store ready to close at 10:00; I fully believe in the Golden Rule of Working (“don’t piss about”), and work hard to get that place organized and ready to go so that we’re not there until midnight reshelving books and straightening magazines. It was nice to show off how slick my time management skills can be. Heh, heh.
Rhymes with Sarnes and Coble is getting ready for the big Harry Potter 6 kickoff party – the book is officially released at the stroke of midnight on July 16, so we started going over some of the plans for the party/celebration/sales madhouse that young Mr. Potter & friends will bring forth. We’ll be open until 2:00 AM or so, and they’ve told everyone to expect to be scheduled that night. I’m actually looking forward to it – I’m going to dress as a wizard and run the Sorting Hat, splitting the little tykes into the four different Hogwarts houses (or in our case, arts and crafts projects). It should be a wild and incredibly fun night. I can’t wait to sort the bratty little kids into the Slytherin house – “No Gryffindor for you!”
In my full time world, it’s been a nice, quiet week, since Skippy Whitebread is out of town for two weeks. It’s nice not having him and his obsessive-compulsive disorder shadowing over me for 8 hours a day. I like the guy on a personal level, but since he gave up his OCD meds cold turkey, he’s been damn near impossible to work with. Plus, he’s going through a nasty bout of depression, and won’t admit to himself he needs some help. I see him at his desk quite often with his head down on the tabletop, and it looks like he’s crying. God, I wish he’d get some help.
I find myself dreaming that I’m working for The Mouse again lately – it’s been over 4 years now since I walked away from Uncle Walt; who knows – maybe absence does make the subconscious heart grow fonder. Maybe someday I’ll have to go be a CM again; I obviously didn’t get it all out of my system the first time. Of course, these days I’d have to move to work for The Mouse again – our TDS closed, as did most of them in the tri-state area. But life in Lake Buena Vista wouldn’t be that bad – depending on what you did for them, I suppose. I’d like to be a tour guide, or maybe a mystery shopper (do I know guest service, or WHAT?), or something really cool like a Traditions trainer. As long as I don’t get stuck dipping frozen bananas in chocolate and nuts for 10 hours a day, I should be fine.
So now it’s time to go write something highly technical. That’s what I’m here for. Ciao.
It’s Thursday morning – 8 days to go until I become old and decrepit.
I’m dragging tail this morning, despite the fact that I’ve already slammed one can of Diet Pepsi, and I’m seriously considering a second. I got home from my PT job late last night, and I’m running on about 5 hours of sleep. That, and I worked my butt off at the gym this morning. But no whining – it’s not allowed or socially polite. Besides, you really don’t want to hear it, so I’ll just spare you and move on. Be sure to thank me later.
I had a good night last night at “Rhymes with Farnes and Roble”; I worked with the store’s manager last night for the first time in months – we just never seem to be there on the same days. She was amazed at how quickly I had the store ready to close at 10:00; I fully believe in the Golden Rule of Working (“don’t piss about”), and work hard to get that place organized and ready to go so that we’re not there until midnight reshelving books and straightening magazines. It was nice to show off how slick my time management skills can be. Heh, heh.
Rhymes with Sarnes and Coble is getting ready for the big Harry Potter 6 kickoff party – the book is officially released at the stroke of midnight on July 16, so we started going over some of the plans for the party/celebration/sales madhouse that young Mr. Potter & friends will bring forth. We’ll be open until 2:00 AM or so, and they’ve told everyone to expect to be scheduled that night. I’m actually looking forward to it – I’m going to dress as a wizard and run the Sorting Hat, splitting the little tykes into the four different Hogwarts houses (or in our case, arts and crafts projects). It should be a wild and incredibly fun night. I can’t wait to sort the bratty little kids into the Slytherin house – “No Gryffindor for you!”
In my full time world, it’s been a nice, quiet week, since Skippy Whitebread is out of town for two weeks. It’s nice not having him and his obsessive-compulsive disorder shadowing over me for 8 hours a day. I like the guy on a personal level, but since he gave up his OCD meds cold turkey, he’s been damn near impossible to work with. Plus, he’s going through a nasty bout of depression, and won’t admit to himself he needs some help. I see him at his desk quite often with his head down on the tabletop, and it looks like he’s crying. God, I wish he’d get some help.
I find myself dreaming that I’m working for The Mouse again lately – it’s been over 4 years now since I walked away from Uncle Walt; who knows – maybe absence does make the subconscious heart grow fonder. Maybe someday I’ll have to go be a CM again; I obviously didn’t get it all out of my system the first time. Of course, these days I’d have to move to work for The Mouse again – our TDS closed, as did most of them in the tri-state area. But life in Lake Buena Vista wouldn’t be that bad – depending on what you did for them, I suppose. I’d like to be a tour guide, or maybe a mystery shopper (do I know guest service, or WHAT?), or something really cool like a Traditions trainer. As long as I don’t get stuck dipping frozen bananas in chocolate and nuts for 10 hours a day, I should be fine.
So now it’s time to go write something highly technical. That’s what I’m here for. Ciao.
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