Thanks to the medication I’m on now, I’m pretty sure I saved my job. Long story short, the kids switched shifts, and then the kid that was supposed to open (who closed last night), slept in. I called him and when he picked up, I said two words to him and hung up.

“You’re late.”

He arrived like 5-7 minutes later (only about 40 minutes late in total). I had already opened, and served a couple customers. I didn’t scream or rant or anything like that. I think I was more frustrated and stressed.

It’s been a day so far.

I wore shoes that weren’t Adidas today. First time in probably 10 years. I bought some shoes yesterday that were on clearance. A pair of sketchers, and a pair of reeboks. I wore the sketchers this morning. They were pretty comfortable. Light. Different. But comfortable.

It’s gonna be a lazy day here. I’m probably gonna do a load of sweaters, as they haven’t been washed yet this season. Maybe a couple of movies. I want to unwind a little so I may play Red Dead Redemption for a bit. Lunch is in the air fryer.

I’m tired, boss.

Podrick woke me up early. But he was all to blame for that. I was warm, then cold, then warm again. Plus I couldn’t breathe through my nose. Podrick is just being Podrick. But, yeah, it’s fucking annoying to consistently either wake up, or be woken up by the orange starting off by lumbering over me. Back and forth, back and forth.

So I’m up. Crystal more than likely has been up since around 4:30 or 5 this morning. I feel terrible that every morning is the same. Get up. Look at your simple drooling husband. Fend off the orange menace from waking said drooling husband. Keep the kitten away from wires. Over and over. It’s got to be very frustrating for Crystal.

Work was different. I’m not sure I’m enjoying the 8-4 shifts. But it’s what it is. I walked into the store, and in an effort to look busy, I tackled the weekly cleaning list. In an hour and 45 minutes, I did a weeks worth of cleaning. But you can only clean a pig up so much.

We were told groceries were going to be late, because a vehicle has broken down. That was technically wrong. But anyways, the groceries finally showed up about 15 minutes before 1st shift was set to leave. They helped to bring it in, then left. Over the course of the next hour, me and another co-worker managed to get everything out. For the next two hours, we helped customers, and kept the store going.

On the way home I stopped at the post office to pick up The Beautiful One’s Temu package. Crystal stopped playing her game and went through the treasures that were contained in it. I inflated an inflatable.

Dinner was an amazing taco night for two. Crystal cooked the succulent meat perfectly. I microwaved the tortillas and we sat down to eat. It was like a feeding frenzy. So very very good. I was food entertained. Crystal also did the dishes – bless her.

Coffee now. Happy pill swallowed. Ta Thursday, I don’t have underwear on. Let’s goo!

I really feel bad for Crystal, having to deal with the orange meatwad. He’s a morning cat for sure. Crystal did her best, and barred him from the bedroom. I have no idea what time that was, but minutes after she shut him out of the bedroom, my bladder said no no no. You have ta pee. Get up and go. So I got up and went. I was very lucky that Podrick didn’t make it back into the bedroom. I did what I needed to do, and went back to bed, closing the door on my way through.

EDIT: I was not lucky, Podrick got back into the bedroom. I had contained him in the bedroom. Crystal must have kicked him out again, because later, I woke up to Podrick playing his favourite instrument: the door handle.

So I apologize to Crystal for all the trouble I had inadvertently caused this morning. I didn’t mean to. I couldn’t see.

Good morning, my friends. It’s a cold, and dark Monday morning. Another weekend over, and a new months just begun. Welcome to February everyone. Time marches on.

We didn’t do too much of anything yesterday. I made brunch, and thought really hard about doing the chores. But I’m a lazy asshole, so I didn’t do anything. I played a little bit of Red Dead Redemption, and then before we knew it, I had the truck pre-heating.

We had a good afternoon over at Shady Acres. One of my dad’s friends came over for a visit, and to just see how my dad is doing. I put on the PBR live from Sacramento California. I love the names of the bulls. They’re like the racehorses names before they got boring. My favourite was named NoSlaw ExtraSauce.