Author: Shawshank

I’m just a 40-something bearded guy trying to get a fresh start.

You want a piece of my heart

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Greetings from the day before the weekend. Is it still a Friyay if you’re working on Saturday? Ahh, the age old question. It’s a somewhat dark morning, but it doesn’t feel too bad out there.

It’s another late night tonight. It’s the second of three ladies night at work. Not a big of a crowd but still in the double digits. Hope like the last, these ladies will buy some furniture and furniture accessories.

My back is still angry with me, and my face is a little puffy. My left eye is looking rather nasty. I’m keeping an eye on it, and really trying to remember the feelings that I had when I had shingles last year. I really hope that it’s not shingles but maybe just something that’s not shingles.

I was tossy turny for most of the morning. I know I got up around three to use the bathroom. Then just mostly awake from about 6:30 on. I was expecting the alarm, but it still scared me.

But the faster the day starts, the faster it’ll be over, right? Right? Happy Friyay my friends, let’s raise our coffee cups for a Friyay salute.

You’re never gonna fit in much, kid

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Yep, it’s the morning. I was up shortly after we went to bed. I had to go to the bathroom. So I went. I’m so very sore this morning. After the trip to the bathroom I think I just tossed and turned and lightly slept for the rest of the night.

The ladies night went off without a hitch last night. We had a big group, and it was a fun evening. Good presentation from BossLady. And good deserts from our friend down the street. I was running back and forth between the store and the warehouse.

But it’s the morning, and I’m slowly waking up here. Eye is still swollen, but if it acts like it did yesterday, the swelling will go down through out the day.

I need coffee. Mainlined today. It’s gonna be a long day methinks.

Oh yeah, coffee.

Curl through the wide fence cracks

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Good morning my friends. I slept mostly through the night. I was up briefly around 6 am, and dozed until the alarm went off. I feel like I got in a fight last night. Sure enough, my left eye is a little swollen. Weird, huh?

Yesterday was too bad. Just hectic. BossLady can’t just tell you what she wants. There’s a whole process of her thought patterns. And it usually requires you watching her write down stuff. The stuff I need explained like I’m five, is usually glossed over, and the stuff that’s easy gets the through explanation.

The coffee has been brewed, and is currently being consumed. It’s a late night at work tonight. It should be a fun time. It’s a design night. BossLady likes them because she’s the centre of attention, and she does what she does best – talk about herself.

Oh and I get free desert, and drinky-poos. I believe she bought 2 cases of champagne. For the three nights that she’s having these design nights. This is the first night with over twenty people coming. The next two nights are a lot lighter on guests. S’ok, we’ll deal with it.

I need more coffee. Happy Wednesday.

Put on my blue suede shoes

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Good morning! Who has two thumbs and is currently really really anixious. That’s right, me. Yay. I woke up about a half hour before the alarm, panicking. You see, NewNewGirls last shift was Saturday. There’s no buffer anymore. It’s just BossLady and me again. You see, she made the decision to close the store, mid September I think. And we’re one week into the closing sale.

I really don’t want to work today. But I have to, and now I have to convince my body and my mind to fucking relax. It’s not really working today. I’m trying deep breathing, but when you wake up in the middle of the night freaking out about going to work in the morning it’s not going to be a good day.

I’m gonna try to make it a good day, but it’s up in the air whether or not it’ll be a good day. I’m very hopeful.

I can always feel my mood changing around Sunday mid morning. The edge comes back. The humour is a little more forced. The mind is starting to race. Monday during the day isn’t too bad, but once it gets dark, my mind knows that Tuesday is coming freaking fast, and there’s nothing that I can do about it.

I need more coffee. It’s gonna be a long long day. And I’m not looking forward to it. Yay Tuesday.