It's 5:38 A.M., I've been up since 4fuckingA.M. (that's different from Greenwich time). I went to sleep while Letterman was still doing his monologue and had the weirdest damn dreams. It had to do with some sort of activity that a huge amount of people had paid $20 a piece to attend I was in a vehicle where we had to stand up with 4 other people, none of which did I know...I got along great with 3 of them but the one guy and I had instant hate going for us. We ended up getting into a huge fight and I bit him on the chin....Then we got to where ever we were going which was some sort of school, restaurant, apartment complex. Oh did I mention that through the entire dream I'm 65 years old, buck nekkid with these terrific perky tits. No one seemed to notice that I had terrific perky tits for a 65 year old..Actually in the dream I looked a lot like I did when I was about 18, but I was 65 years old..There were a bunch of old TV stars and movie stars and they all knew me and my name. I seemed to be very impressed that 'Goober' (who had on a Jughead beanie) from Mayberry knew me by name and was very glad to see me..big hugs and a grab on my nekkid ass.
I remember thinking where's Paul Newman? Then Jamie was in the dream except instead of being 19 she was about 4 years old and a pain in the ass...I kept having to discipline her but I kept calling her Jennifer(I'm mad at Jennifer in real life). Then I had to find my apartment because I had no make up on and my hair was a mess. There was no urgency to find any clothes as no one seemed to notice except Goober. Then the next thing I know we're back on the stand up vehicle and the guy who I had the fight with decided he liked me now and tried to kiss me. I had a long white towel wrapped around me from head to toe. When he reached out for me I said "touch me and die."..then I woke up....Here it is nearly 2 hours later and I'm into my 2nd cup of decaf hot tea. Another thing that woke me up is I have a blister on my little toe on my right foot. Being diabetic any problems with your feet is a major concern and now I have that to deal with. Fiddle fuck!...Plus on top of every thing I managed to piss Inky off, which is less concerning than the blister on the toe. Every since he turned down the Managers job and had to work the 10 days with no days off, he's done very little work. When he works with Bam Bam all they do is hang out at the register and flirt with each other..Harmless really..nothing to it..but he's not doing his work. So yesterday I called him on it..Mentioned that I was not going to unpack the Valentines Day Candy cause I thought it was about time the night shift did some work. He said 'you should work nights and see what kind of work we do.' I said "I have worked the night shift and I know it took 2 hours for us to do recovery before the shift ended and it's not being done now."....A lot of muttering and stewing and out the door he went. So later on the afternoon I'm at Old Corner Drug getting my folic acid and diabetes supplies and he and Anessa walked right by me with out a word. I asked her if she was ok,(she had sack of pills) and after a lengthy time she said 'I'm fine, same ole same ole.' and Inky just shrugged his shoulders and didn't say a word. I almost burst out laughing. I was so tempted to shout out to them 'nana nana boo boo, stick your head in doo doo.'....Oh well, they'll get over it..All I know is when Tom called I asked him if he had time to listen to me bitch and whine and he said wait a minute let me get a cigarette and a chair. So I unloaded on him about all the work that wasn't getting done, that a 65 year old lady was doing more in 4 hours than those 3 were doing in 7-8 hours. He agreed, told me to quit working so hard and said he was coming up there and would talk to Inky face to face. He had talked to him the day before on the phone and told him how disappointed he was in him and if he didn't want to work there any more to write his resignation and hand it in. Inky assured him he would start doing better and then the same day...blew it off..Didn't do jackshit. So ....Things will either change or Jackie is going back into retirement...I'm waaaaay to fucking old for this shit. Ain't dying for the company store.
Well this was a no nothing post. It's 6:06fucking A.M. and now I'm starting to get sleepy and have to get up in an hour. sigh*
fuckme I'll never smile again.