Tag: up early

Ain’t got no picture postcards, ain’t got no souvenirs – my baby, she don’t know me when I’m thinking bout those years

Posted on by Shawshank

Good morning. Er, afternoon. I’ve been up since 4:57, three minutes before my alarm went off. I don’t know why my body and mind don’t trust the alarm clock that I’ve had work flawlessly for 5 years. I’m either up a couple of hours early and sleep lightly, up minutes before, or the alarm clock scares the hell out of me when it goes off.

Weird.

Anyways, I had to open the shop this morning. As I’m getting the paperwork done and counting the cash, car pulls up, and the driver comes to the door. Pulls on it, and stares inside. I quietly knock on the window and point to the sign. He looks at it, and looks at me, confused. I open the door and say we don’t open for a half hour. He asks if he can pay at the pump. I shake my head and say no. He stares at me. I say we open in a half hour, smile, close, and lock the door. He sat in the parking lot until we were open.

Back home now. Pork bites in the oven, and wrestling to watch when Crystal is done kicking ass in Skyrim. It’s gonna be a relaxing do nothing day. Tomorrow; chores, and probably climbing up on a roof to clean the stove pipe.

And we’ll celebrate my mother’s birthday tomorrow!

Get the party goin’ on the dance floor

Posted on by Shawshank

I’ve been up on and off since around 6. Podrick is being Podrick, and he’s apparently feeling a lot better. I’m gonna have to take everything off the night stand. Because like a honey badger, he doesn’t fucking care about anything or anyone.

He really doesn’t like apple pie.

He’s simply being an asshole this morning.

We’re still sick here. But I hope that we’re getting better. Crystal is in hot mode. I just want the sickness to be over.

Back to work for the all day Sunday shift in a couple of hours. I’m just looking forward to tomorrow. Days off are coming! Chores are coming!

Coffee first.

I’m the question, and you’re of course the answer

Posted on by Shawshank

Good afternoon, my little bitches. I’ve been up, on and off since probably, around 4, but rolling out of bed at 4:51. I woke up at 4am freaking out that I missed my alarm. I didn’t. I fell back into a light sleep until 4:51, when I said fuck it. Close enough.

Coffee.

Feed the cats.

Stare at the TV until it was time to pre-heat the truck, and 10 minutes later, I stepped out into a windblown wasteland that is TinyTown before the sun comes up. I pull into work and start my day.

Lights on.

Count the cash.

Stand on top of the gas and diesel holding tanks, and scream into the void. After screaming, I head back inside, and kick out two customers, because we haven’t opened yet. Bing Bing forgot to lock the door. S’ok.

Back home now. Oven pre-heating for chunks of pig. Yum. And the bonus? I get to do it all over again tomorrow. But all day. Open to close.

Nobody’s gonna mess me around

Posted on by Shawshank

Well that sleep sucked ass.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was wide awake. I looked at the clock, and it was 11:14. The next time I looked at the clock, it was 2. Then 3, then 3:40am. I finally fall asleep, and the alarm goes off.

It’s like it was 3 days ago, without all the sweating. And even better, I’ve passed the sick on to Crystal. I’m sure she’s having a worse sleep than I did. Podrick as well, I could hear him sneezing all night. Poor little guy.

So I get up, get dressed, and fed the cats, and of course Pippin wants nothing to do with food. So hers is in the cupboard until Crystal wakes up.

Back to work this morning. Early shift, then home. I might do the laundry when I get home. I really really need to wash the sheets to maybe get the taint of sick off of us.

But right now, coffee. And Advil. Happy Saturday y’all.

Once I had a love and it was a gas

Posted on by Shawshank

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.