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It’s time for Christmas Day (Go Jenna) buy a small tree like Hoda Kotb for the holiday

Shawshank, December 17, 2023

It’s Sunday morning, and it feels warmer today, than it was yesterday. That means that the wind has finally died down. It was crazy yesterday. It was supposed to go away in the early afternoon, and it slowed, but it never actually went away.

Work was pretty good yesterday. It was somewhat busy, right after we opened, but died off to a trickle, then picked back up again. It was a good day. I learned how to dip. That was exciting.

I got home and made a few slices of bacon, and then tots, and finally cheeseburgers. It was a glorious meal to be had. We had it, and we were totes full. It was so good. I can fry up a really good burger.

Today is supposed to be chore day, but I have a staff Christmas party to go to today. I’m kind of annoyed that Crystal can’t come, but it’s an unsanctioned party after hours at the shop. So I can understand. I’m not going to stick around too long. But since it’s the Christmas party, and a secret Santa thing, I have to go and get my santee their present, and get a box of cake mix and frosting to bring tonight.

Also Subway.

So yeah, all chores will be taken care of tomorrow, that includes brunch. I’ll also be stripping the bed, and washing that as well.

Next weeks schedule should fly by – 3 opening shifts, a mid shift, and a Sunday shift. This week will be going by quickly I hope.

But for right now – coffee and contemplation. Happy Sunday, you bunch of glorious assholes!

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