Author: Shawshank

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

Everytime I call my baby, to try to get a date my boss says, no dice, son, you gotta work late

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I was in a deep sleep when the alarm went off this morning. This, I’m super groggy this morning. I’m not looking forward to getting up at 4:30 in the morning next week.

But hey, it’s Friyay. When you’re closing, it just doesn’t hit the same way. But anyways, it’s Friyay, and I don’t have to work tomorrow. Thank god. I come home just drained by the end of the shift. I might turn off the alarm clock for tomorrow. I haven’t decided yet.

I slept like the dead. I don’t even remember moving or rolling over in the night. I’m just a little stiff and sore. Mostly my shoulder, but I’m pretty used to that pain now, so it doesn’t really matter. I have a pippin on my lap.

Work wasn’t too bad last night. There was three of us there. Which means the young guy got to do more things at night, since I was closing. Which didn’t go too badly. I was a little overwhelmed, but did pretty good. I just have to slow down and take my time a little bit.

Nothing planned for tonight. We’re not going to have a date night this weekend. I’ll cook something yummy for the queen to eat Saturday night. That’ll be our date night. And it’ll be awesome.

Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps 

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Yep. It’s another day, another blog post. I simply crashed last night. We went to bed a little early, and I don’t know about Crystal, but it took a couple of ticks for me to fall asleep, but when I did, I was out like a light. The only problem that I had, was the damn blankets kept fucking sliding down the bed. I lost count of how many times I had a to pull a heavy weighted blanket back up the bed. And it’s a heavy blanket, so I had to be awake every time.

Stupid weighted blankets.

Anyways, here we are. It’s bright, sunny, and of course cold out there this morning. I haven’t looked at the temps yet. We’re not expected to climb over the freezing mark at all until next Thursday I believe, and at that point, barely above freezing. Some spring, amirite?

Winter is coming.

Work wasn’t too bad. I’m slowly learning to close, so I did a bit of the today. I only counted the money. Tonight, there’s going to be a third person, so I’ll be tackling the whole thing. Yay. I know I have to do it, and honestly, it’s not too bad. Just an extra step. We have someone going on vacation in a couple of weeks, so I need to be up to speed on it, so I can contribute to the team.

But first coffee. I likes me some coffee.

You’re all alone and the dummies might be right

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Hey. Morning. I just woke up. I don’t think that I moved at all in the night. I’m pretty sure that when I woke up, I was in the exact same position as when I fell asleep. The alarm scared me this morning.

It looks cold out there. It didn’t feel too cold, but I was only out for a minute or two. I’m really starting to get tired of the cold. I’m tired of wearing layers. I’m tired of wearing a huge coat.

Yesterday wasn’t too bad at work. It was pretty steady, then it just died right down. After a couple of days of putting it off, today, I’ll hopefully be closing. I’ll talk to the other guy I’ll be working with, and I should be doing it. Yay.

I could just crawl back into bed and go to sleep. I think I’ve hit that certain age, where I’m just always tired. And no amount of sleep will change that. I have nice relaxing weekends, and by the end of them, I’m more tired at the end than the beginning.

Great.

I think that I need more coffee. I think it’s Wednesday, so happy Wednesday everyone.

When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle

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Good morning, friends. It’s a bright, windy, and chilly outside today. We should just about hit freezing today. And I’m closing all this week. I think yesterday was about the warmest that it’ll get this week. It’s sad when a Monday will be the best day of the week.

Work yesterday wasn’t too bad. Just busy enough, with some nice little breaks in between customers. The time went pretty quickly. Which was wicked nice.

The British press released a “proof of life” video of Princess Catherine. And of course the internet doesn’t believe that it’s her. If it is her, yay! If it isn’t her, where the heck is she? Kensington Palace is really screwing this all up.

RELEASE THE PRINCESS.

Back to work later on this morning. My parents are on their way to CapitalCity for my dad to get a deep bone scan. Hopefully it’s good news. Hope for the best, expect the worst.