Good job, Rando!

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.

About Silverwynde

I'm a Transformers fan, Pokémon player, Brewers fan and all-out general nerd. I rescue abandoned Golett, collect as many Bumblebee decoys and figures as I can find and I've attended every BotCon--official and non--since 1999. I'm also happily married to a fellow Transfan named Prime and we were both owned by a very intelligent half-Siamese cat, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 16, 2018. We still miss him. But we're now the acting staff of a Maine Coon kitty named Lulu, who pretty much rules the house. Not that we're complaining about that.
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