We’re getting snow. A lot of it. So much of it that once it started sticking to the roads, our door counts dropped precipitously. We started out with counts over 200 but by 14:00 we were struggling to hit 120. It just got lower from there. Though we were selling a lot of alcohol. You’d think it was a holiday or something.
It’s the last day of 2018. You know, all those times I said, “Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!” in the middle of April were a joke. I didn’t think the year would go by that quickly. As the saying goes, “The years are short but the days are long.”
I don’t have to work tomorrow. The warehouse is closed. It’s still surprising to me; I don’t have to worry about working another holiday again. It’s nothing like Wal-Mart, where I worked every last damn one of them. I enjoy my job so much, it doesn’t feel like work to me. That’s a drastic change.
Prime’s getting better, albeit slowly. Whatever this is, do your best to avoid it. It’s bad, trust me. As of right now, hand sanitizer is my constant companion, for obvious reasons.
We’ve gotten at least two inches of snow and the plows haven’t been down our road once. Our city’s philosophy? Wait until July to send out the snowplow. The shit will be melted by then.