Girl, you’re my angel, you’re my darling angel

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Good morning my friends, we’re all awake here. I slept like the dead. I don’t think I moved too much, and my head is stuffed full of snot. I’m slowing draining my nose. But it’s not a very efficient way of getting what’s in, out.

My four and a half hour shift wasn’t too bad. As expected, I did do a lot of cleaning. I was prepared for that. I also had an idea that BossLady would leave as soon as I got there. The part that I was wrong about was I thought she’d leave as soon as I got there. I guess she had some extra work, she left about an hour later.

I came home and surfed the net while Crystal kicked some ass playing Skyrim. She was neck deep in some dungeons, and saving the world. Eventually, I got up, and did the laundry, so at least I’ll have clean clothes for the next week. Laundry bled into dinner, which bled in to RAW. But everything got finished.

As we were getting ready to go to bed, I saw a notification for the northern lights. Out we went. I think in fall, we have a better chance of seeing them. Last night it was like a 24% chance. I grabbed a hand full of pictures. I upped the megapixels, and then had to stand still for 10 seconds while the night vision worked its magic.

Back to work this afternoon. Closing out the day. Hopefully, the pumps will either be fixed, or work through the evening. I’m getting tired of the will they/won’t they. It’s a stress that I don’t need.

What I do need: coffee. And the weekend to come quicker!

He was a boy she was a girl can I make it any more obvious?

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Good morning my friends. It looks like it’s gonna be a nice and sunny morning. It’s a little breezy out there, and I believe I left my hood in the truck, because why not? I didn’t need it Sunday morning. Or maybe I did. Possibly.

Yesterday wasn’t too bad until it wasn’t too great. Everything was going really nice. We made it until 1ish, when the pump started to crap out. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get them to work. Albeit, I was only told one way to reset them. I’d get them up, and ready to pump fuel, and they’d go offline again. I told my boss that we were done selling gas for the day, and asked if she wanted me to tell the general manager. She said she’d take care of that.

Back to work this Moro g for a quick couple of hour shift. I had asked the BossLady if I could come in an hour early on days I close, and she looked at the schedule and said to come in Monday for like 3.5 hours. So that’ll help, and I’ll be there I said as I thanked her.

That’s about it. I’ll be hoping in the shower in a little bit, and then getting ready to head to work. But first coffee. So warm and satisfying. Happy Monday y’all!

We were hopping and bopping to the Crocodile Rock

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Last nights sleep was a hard fought sleep. I was up multiple times. I lost my sleep mask, and grabbed a buff from my drawer. I lost the buff, in bed somewhere as I slept. I was up multiple times. I was tossy I was turny. But I forced myself to let the alarm wake me up.

Work again this morning. Full day shift – 10-6. It’s gonna be a long day, but it’s gonna be a fucking awesomely great day! I know it’s gonna be a good day, I could feel it when I work up this morning. But seriously, I do think it’s gonna be a good day. The sun is shining bright out there, and it’s supposed to be nice and warm.

So I’m gonna suck back some coffee, and hop into the shower, and get ready for the day! Viva la capitalism!

Once I had a love and it was a gas

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Whew! What a morning. Up early to open the store for 7, and we were rockin right off the bat. We did over a page and a half of fuel, and over 150 tenders in the 7ish hours that me and my coworker were there. We had, at most, 15 minutes to kinda relax and have a seat.

But I’m here at The Flat again. Crystal is listening to some questionable music. The lead singer is screaming “justified” over and over again. I may have to set up an appointment to get her head checked. she probably likes mumble rap as well.

Half day off now to relax a little. I may have to partake in some weedy things. IYKYK, amirite? I have my finger on the pulse of today’s youth. Skibidi and Ohio and all that shit. Tonight is a PLE from NXT, and tomorrow, an all day shift slinging gas, propane, and propane accessories.

Before the cream sits out too long you must whip it

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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!