Considering what’s going on, I could use a beer. Or three.
Fortunately or unfortunately, I managed to figure out why I was so exhausted on Wednesday night: it was the night before one of the worst anniversaries. Namely, the anniversary of the death of Wavebreaker, Prime’s brother. Add to that the fact that my ex’s birthday was the 13th and yeah, it made sense that I felt so tired the night prior. Because the 13th is rife with bad memories.
Things were steady at work today. Not too busy but not mind numbingly slow, either. I opened, so the day passed quickly. Tomorrow I’m in at 9:15 and I’m done at 17:45. It’s another full eight hours, which makes for a great paycheck.
I might as well enjoy it while it lasts. Already a few of my co-workers have fewer hours on their schedules. A couple of them are pretty happy about it. I’m not sure about the last one. Me, I’m perfectly fine with extra hours; the more hours on my schedule, the better. But if my hours have to be reduced, I wish I could get around 30 to 34 a week. No, it’s not a full forty but it’s about the same amount of time that I put in on a weekly basis at Wal-Mart. To Wal-Mart, full time was 28 hours and higher, if I recall correctly. So yeah, that would be damn close to my original schedule and I could definitely be very satisfied with that.
If you’re in Wal-Mart, stop by Jewelry and take a look at the watches. There’s some nice ones–in gift tins, no less–and one just happens to be Transformers branded. Needless to say, Prime and I snagged some and I’ll be wearing one to work tomorrow. Go me.