I kept the post for yesterday rather light-hearted; it wasn’t a good day at work. To be honest, it was far busier than anyone had suspected and now that we’re running extremely lean, we all felt the pinch.
I had to push carts. We were that low in the vestibule and the supervisors were that desperate. Oh, and when they sent me out there? I should have been on break. I didn’t get my break until about thirty five minutes before the end of my shift. I have never been happier with a four hour shift in my life. Because it was short.
“Not a good day”doesn’t even begin to describe that. It was hell.
Christmas was quiet. Prime and I basically had a nice dinner and watched GI Joe on YouTube; Hasbro has a stream going and I was feeling a little nostalgic. We weren’t too busy at work on Christmas Eve, but the day before was apparently ridiculous. Like, every register backed up ridiculous. Luckily, I wasn’t working that day. Go me.
Tomorrow night at 23:59:59, I am screaming “JUMANJI!” as loudly as I can, because I want to get the hell out of this game. It’s not funny anymore.