I drugged myself last night with allergy pills. I think it worked. I think I only got up once, which is freaking great. I didn’t have to get up and blow my nose, and all that happy horse shit. So yeah, I had a solid sleep.

There was so much shit going on yesterday at work. BossLady was gone early again. But me and my coworker can handle any shit slung our way. And the shit was slung pretty early in the day. The gas pumps stopped working, and in flurries of texts between BossLady, and her boss, her boss – let’s call him daddy. It’s a joke but that’s what he’s in my contacts as (it’s a long long story, that I don’t have the skills to put into words), well long story short, he told us to stop selling gas.

I put up signs on the pumps, and some pylons down. Then we spent the next couple of hours basically reading off the sign to the customers coming in. I watched one drive around the pumps (which have the same signs and pylon), park in the middle of the lot and walk into the store.

“Can’t get gas? Why not?”

“Pumps are broken.”

“So… no gas then, huh?”

Stares at them. “Nope, that’s why the pylons are up.” I say with a smile, so they don’t think I’m just being an asshole.

Repeat as necessary. I think we had to tell people like 4 or 5 times.

Back at it again this afternoon. Hopefully the pumps are working when we get there. In the past, the pumps have always just crapped out in the afternoon, only to die again the next afternoon.

Coffee first!