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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!

So cum on feel the noize girls rock your boys

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Morning. I think I’m getting sick. I’ve been up on and off since around three. First I was too hot, then too cold. Then my nose started to leak. I could feel it moving, and then dripping. Then my eyes. I could feel the tears all down my face. I couldn’t breathe through my nose. I was a mouth breather. I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned and was up more than I wanted to.

It was not a fun time from 3-5 or so.

I don’t know if it’s a cold or allergies. I’ll take some allergy meds today to see if they help.

Work was crazy busy yesterday. Unfortunately, all the stupids came out as well. I mentioned to a coworker that I’m really surprised that these people actually dressed themselves because their common sense was totally out the window.

My father had multiple tests in CapitalCity yesterday, so they had a very long day yesterday, but they managed to do some shopping yesterday. They picked up a gift for Podrick, who of course, loved it.

But he’s being an ass this morning.

Covfefe.

Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

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Yep, we’re awake. I could’ve slept for another couple of minutes. But the tiny orange ball of energy was pulling at the door, telling me it was time to get up. After consulting the clock, I agreed that it was time to get up. I had to pee, and my nose was running like a leaky faucet.

But here we are. Coffee has been brewed. Pippin is looking out the back door, enjoying the sun. Podrick is lounging on the kitchen table. Podrick is getting better in the mornings. He’s usually only a bad kitty around 5-5:30 in the morning. He does his thing on my night table, and by the time I’m out of bed, he’s already out the door. All I have to do I simply close the door. Then about 7:30 he’ll start pulling at that door.

Yesterday, I didn’t do a whole lot of anything. I only got dressed because, we went to the second hand store here in TinyTown. That’s it. We surfed the information superhighway all day, and mixed in watching some wrestling. Lemme tell you, NXT is pretty good.

No-one knows who she is or what her name is

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It was a weird sleep the whole night. I feel rested, but I was up multiple times, and chasing the Podrick. Finally, at his normal time, he jumped up on my nightstand. But the time I flailed enough, he had run out of the room. Perfect! I closed the door behind him, and crawled back into bed.

But it’s a new day, and my last day off until Monday. Yeah that’s a long way away if you ask me. It’s my first 5 shift week in months. The last time she gave me a 5 shift week, I’m pretty sure it ended up like this as well. She’s not the greatest at scheduling. But it’s serviceable. So I’ll enjoy this day.

But first coffee.

Then, wrestling.

Possibly the second hand store. Maybe we’ll find a treasure.