And what the hell is on Joey’s head?

The Beautiful One let me sleep in this morning. I was slowly starting to wake up. Or in my dream I was starting to wake up. It felt like I was. But dream Shawshank was slowly waking up. The last time I was awake was when I ushered Podrick out of the room around 5 am.

All that stand between me and a whole weekend off, is an 8 hour shift. We walked in, I notice the gas pumps are blocked off. Great. It’s gonna be one of those days. I find out that the “assistant mabager@ decided to shut off the pumps without saying a work to BossLady, nor Daddy. Great. Now we have to deal with the fallout, if BossLady, or anyone from home office called or stopped in.

What was really pissing me off was people would pull up, drive through the pumps, and read the sign that I put up, drive through the other set of pumps to read the sign that I put up. Then they stop in the middle of the lot, get out the car, and walk in and ask “so, I can’t get gas?” I slipped once and asked the old woman who did the above, and asked her if she read the sign. She said yes. At that point I had to walk away. I couldn’t anymore.

Hopefully, the pumps are working. I work with bing bing. So I need the pumps to be working. Please let the pumps be working.

It’s gonna be a good day, even better with moar coffee.