Oh, get down, turn around, go to town, boot scootin’ boogie Shawshank, January 27, 2026 Podrick lumbered across my legs 3 or four times this morning. It’s like he’s 4x4ing across the bed. I know he doesn’t mean to hurt but, yo, he does. It’s like a shiatsu massage gone wild. The mid shift wasn’t too bad yesterday. I’m a little sore, I spent the first 2.5 hours on my hands and knees cleaning the corners of the store. Where the mop can’t get to. I had a little scrubby brush, and I went to town. Course the floors are so terrible, you can’t tell the difference, but I had something to do for a solid couple hours. That’s a good thing. I didn’t do too much when I got home. I had to soak my clothes in a mixture of vinegar, and water. I got covered in gas yesterday morning. We almost got all the gas smell out of the clothes. So I’ll wear them for the rest of the week. I should be able to work the smell out of them. Back to work this afternoon. Back to the normal schedule again until the next change. I don’t mind randomly different shifts. It keeps you on your toes. So does coffee. I’m gonna go and drink some. Happy checks date, Tuesday everyone! Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
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Life Tumble outta bed – and I stumble to the kitchen January 8, 2021 Good morning beautiful people. We made it, happy Friyay. Is Friday, still a Friday when you work on Saturday? I think that’s a question for the ages. It’s like a chicken or the egg. I passed right out last night. And I don’t think that I moved at all. I’m… Read More