I blew out my bong pipe, ran out of Bud Light Shawshank, June 6, 2024 Lemme start this off with a question- is it motherfreakin Friday yet? Sheesh, it seems like this is the week that will never, never end. Good morning, welcome to Thursday. So as an update to the drama that’s been happening, NewNewGuy got fired yesterday. Our general manager came a few minutes earlier than he usually does. We had the order put away before NNG got in. As soon as he did, right up into the office. It didn’t take long, he came down, collected all of his stuff. And like the “hero” that he thinks he is, took off like a bat out of hell, drifting out on to the highway. And like that, back to normal. Since he was let go, the schedule changed just a little bit, and instead of being the mid shift guy today, in order to have coverage, I’ll be closing today. That meant I got to sleep in another hour today. I think I’ve gotten more sleep this week, than I’ve had in a while. But before human form, coffee. Life blogbloggerclosing shiftcoffeejournalmorningsslept inTinyTown
Life Three French hens December 3, 2023 Another dark morning. Coffee is brewing, and I’m struggling to shake the cobwebs from my head. It was a pretty good sleep. I’m still tired though. I don’t know if I’ll ever not be tired, but here we are. Good morning my friends, welcome to Sunday! I’m pretty sure I… Read More
Life I got a jones for your affection like a monkey on my back September 12, 2022 Good morning. It’s been a somber morning here as I watched the procession travel up the royal mile from Holyroodhouse to St. Giles Cathedral. I’m still entranced but the military precision that they have. I switched from NBC News Now to Euro News, because they felt the need to let… Read More
Life And they rise from the flames for the battles ahead November 21, 2022 *yawn* Good morning my friends. And welcome to another week. It’s still dark outside. But it doesn’t feel too cold out there. Just still, and quiet out there. Yep, the weather is cool, but thankfully the coffee is hot, and tasty. Chaucer is staring at me. I think he’ll try… Read More