On the Eve of Christmas Eve

I will be so glad when Christmas and New Years is over with. Its making work quite an annoyance at times, though last night it was a nightmare because people were in panic mode over the threat of a little bit of snow.

Yes, crisis for humanity, ladies and gentlemen. Grab anything that'll fit in your arms because you won't be able to open your fucking door there'll be soooooo much snow blocking it -- FOR ALL WINTER!!! (seriously, don't start a terrorist scare, its more effective to start a god damn snow scare to get even the fattest people to get their asses into gear!)

How much snow did we end up getting?

Zip.

Well now, don't they feel like a right bunch of nitwits?

*sigh* anyway, only two more nights of work left before an off day (i.e. Christmas). But the last two nights haven't been that bad to be honest. The entertainment factor has been able to outweigh the bordem factor of being stuck in the same aisle for up to eight friggin hours (and you thought being stuck in a single classroom for an hour got repetitively dull!)

Last night I woke up to go to work with a huge stomach cramp or something. It wasn't good, especially driving out there. I should have called in, but, I didn't, and I'm partly glad because during the brief lulls when stocking for the first hour I helped out this cute checker my age who was struggling to find where certain things were stocked at.

I swear, when it comes to gals I go from zero to fool in less than five seconds. She certainly made me forget my cramps or whatever the hell they were for about a half hour. Heh.

Maybe it was the blue eyes, or maybe it was that smile of hers, I dunno. Nor do I know what to really do or say if she happens to be there tonight. I'll figure something out I guess.

...And then came the upchucking. Oh joy. Best part of the night (sarcasm). An hour into work I went to the bathroom, and before I knew it --



But yet I still stayed for the remainder of my six hour shift, occassionally regretting the decision when the cramps continued, saying screw the two voluntary extra hours (to make it an 8 hour shift), and screw going home early. The co-worker (notice how I purposely never use their names) I almost got into a fight with responded to the puking news "at least you're sticking it out, your [older] brother would cut out right then and there and go home." So I took some pride in toughing it out.

Tonight will certainly be quite a change from how quiet it was last night. Two guys were off last night that usually throw stuff around (and hide your shit when your not looking), so no doubt the hilarity will return tonight.