June 18th, 2007

baby gaz

So much like chocolate, you won't believ it has 40% less fat!

All I want to do at home since I started the new position is sleeeeep. Lost two pounds from all the exercise I've been getting (as I haven't changed my eating habits, really.)

It feels almost as if I'm in retail boot camp, quite a work out and time FLIES.... until we open.

Still having fun with it, though I'm frustrated for days like tomorrow where I will be spending half my day stuck behind a register. Manager Ted is hoping and pleading for some overnight shifts for him and me, because there is no way whatsoever that we'll be able to get everything that needs to be done for the back to school season with just three of us having only four hours a day (the store being open for the other four we're there, and we can't exactly tear the store up like we need to in order to put it back together the way it needs to go.)

I just feel bad having to have one of them pick me up before work every day. I offered to walk, but everyone put the fear of GOD into me for walking a half hour to work at 330 in the morning, half of that along desolate swamp like land.

Fine.

While waiting for Ted to pick me up Saturday morning, I witnessed three things:

- A party in the apartment complex was still going on into the wee hours of the morning. There was a very pretty, blonde woman walking back and forth to her car, completely 100%-ly nude from the waist up, talking loudly on her cell phone.

- Three guys in hoodies walked together from the apartment complex next to mine to the apartment complex across the street and down a ways. Five minutes later, they came back at a DEAD RUN. Couldn't have been up to much good, methinks.

- My roommates came home from Jack in the Box and stopped to talk to me a bit as I was waiting in the parking lot. Well, sheesh. If I would have known they were going, I could have tagged along - my work is almost next door.
disco star

Hi, Charlie, call me Jack.

Enjoying my "evening" as I knit my purse, eat lukewarm clam chowder (I didn't heat it up hot enough but was too lazy to go finish the doo) and wheat thins, sip decaf tea, and watch my season two discs of SG1. It feels like every evening is just a grand waiting game for my bedtime of four o'clock pee em to occur (though I generally fall asleep hours later - reading and all), though today seems extra pleasant for some reason.

I got to feel like a ninny yesterday as I got my official first lesson in hand jack operation. I'm not talking the regular floor jack wheeled things, I'm talking hard core motorized fork lift doo-hickey. Manager Ted gave me instructions as I wheeled, bonked, squealed, and mechanically sashayed around receiving. It was terrifying and embarassing - I felt as if I were suddenly twelve years old again and my arms and legs had outgrown me. I ended up lifting and placing a bale of cardboard ontop of another without any casualties.

One of our giant, creepy lights went out - which causes receiving to smell like scorched rubber. We have no ladders taller than ten feet, so Ted put a pallet onto the tongs of the jack and had me lift him to the ceiling so that he could unplug the light. About five feet from the floor, Ted accidentally leaned back on the pallet, causing it to shimmy on the tongs and his arms to flap in the air in panic. "If that would have happened at the top, I would have crapped my pants," he said.

I also managed to get the entire first season of Buffy for ten bucks. Score. I've been reading oh so many of you making Buffy references on my friends list, so I have been craving me some.

I still haven't seen that musical episode, dagnabbit.