WORK SCHEDULE..SO FAR

Tuesday:2-8:6 hours

Wed. Off

Thursday:3-8=5 hours

Friday:2-8=6 hours

Saturday:2-8=6 hours

Sunday:off

Monday:2-8=6 hours

Tuesday:off...oops..sorry about that:4-8=4 hours

Wed:2-8=6 hours

Thursday:2-8=6 hours

Friday:3-8=5 hours

Saturday:2-8=6 hours

Easter Sunday:store closed....yeah, fucking yeah!

total 56 hours...fuckme I'll never stand up straight again.

Today on the phone Thom must have asked Inky how things were going and Inky said "I don't know..I just agree with everything she says...I'm not looking for any trouble."

I FEEL LIKE HAMMERED SHIT

I got home last night after work (wow, that's weird to say)took a hot bath, started reading Duma Key and fell asleep with Annie sprawled across my legs..she was so glad to see me, she actually let me pick her up and hold her..Then Babs woke me up at 9:30am to tell me to look out the window...it had snowed over night, and she wanted me to see it before it melted...so I looked out the window...'yup, that's snow alright'...and went back to bed..Then Anessa called cause Inky was worried about me and wanted to make sure I was ok...She was shaking a mayonnaise jar full of cream making butter...I would have been a lot better if I could have slept uninterrupted till about 11am...I am so stiff and sore...I know I can stand up straight, but it seems much easier to just slouch and hobble around the apartment looking like a question mark..

I did good last night....I kept re-ringing shit up though..the eye on the scanner will scan the item twice if I don't move it fast enough...and I keep forgetting to lock the computer down when I would leave the register and after a few minutes if you don't lock it, you need a manager to get back in it..When I wasn't busy I restocked and fronted the pharmaceutical section..and when I finished that I started fronting and facing the aisles close to the registers...Saturday if we're not busy I will clean back behind the register area...It looks tacky.

I saw a bunch of people I haven't seen in a while and they were happy to see me gainfully employed...It was rainy, windy and icky all day so I sold a lot of poncho's and umbrellas..I kept pushing the spiderman poncho and the sponge-bob square pants poncho...Inky is the assistant manager and he was so thrilled that I caught on so fast and didn't have to be told what to do I thought he was going to cry..ha...He actually thanked me when I left to go home..Told him 'just doing my job'...he thought that was hysterical...as the 2 other girls that work there spend a lot of time on their cell phones and talking to their girlfriends, who will come in, in packs of 3-4 and hang around the register while they 'work'....T. the manager is a really nice guy and seems to find me highly amusing, but he's not much of a disciplinarian....he'll tell the girls not to have their friends come in, but when they disobey him and they come in anyhow...he won't say anything...I plan on nipping that little habit of theirs in the bud..Even 'Lil Sara'...I don't go back to work till tomorrow and don't work again until next weekend where I will work Friday, Saturday and Sunday, 2-8PM...that will probably kick my ass....Well, I'm going to go feed the birds..the feeders are out and they are on the porch eating it out of the bag...feed them...get my blanket, curl up on the couch with my Duma Key book and hopefully, take a little nippy nap...

Babs and Shady Lane have both threatened to kick my ass if I don't take it easy and not be gung ho on the job, but even at 64, I only know one speed...rudden rudden...skeech, (that's the sound I make when I corner)....fuckme till I get overtime..