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Let's get this party started!

Woo-hoo!  I'm off until noon on Friday!  The Heart/Joan Jett/Cheap Trick concert is tomorrow!

Today, we were deader than my sex life in high school, so Big Boss sprung me early.  She laughed at me because she didn't even didn't even get to finish: "Hey, since we're so slow, do you...?" before I started pulling my drawer.

Hey, it's like a mini-vacation, and one I sorely need.  Why not start it a little early?  Lord knows I'll be able to make up that hour and a half somewhere along the line, because we had ANOTHER no call, no show.  Now, this doesn't mean she'll definitely be fired (like it would have in every other job I've ever had), but I won't cry if she is.  I'm getting sick of working with people who develop bad attitudes when they're expected to, ya know...WORK.

I had a feeling something like this would happen when the notes from the latest managers meeting came out and we were expected to read it AND sign that we'd read it (normally, it's just posted on the employee board, so it's easy to feign ignorance). It's basically a list of things we can work on, reminders of company policy, yadda yadda yadda.  It's a snoozfest, but I love how pointed it is.  Okay, and how 9/10s of it never applies to me (although I AM going to have to start paying for the fruit puree in my morning tea.  Bummer.  And I KNOW that one was just for me.  *ahem*).  I don't smoke cigarettes.  I don't own a cell phone.  I arrive obnoxiously early for my shift and will clock in if needed.  And I don't eat food I haven't paid for while on the clock.

Some people were quite displeased.  Especially with the whole "your cell phone must be locked in your locker unless you are on a break"  and "smoke breaks will be given at the discretion of the MOD."

I bet we'll lose a couple more over this, because you can't pretend you didn't read it.

And I need to remember to start carrying 50 cents with me on the days I open, because I *really* need my peach iced tea some mornings.

It felt SO GOOD to come home and NOT set out uniforms for tomorrow, to make sure the alarm was OFF, to not have to make sure the coffee maker was set up for the spousebeast.  I have this beautiful dream of sleeping in...which means I'll be lucky if I make it past seven.  Seven thirty if the spousebeast is extra snuggly (with cramps like this, it's convenient to have your own human heating pad).

And that's assuming he won't be up at five.  Which he very well may be.

Oh, and I have gotten a new nickname, it seems.  Most of the street folk have started calling me McAlister based on where I work (which I love, because that's my godfather's last name.  He ADORES that).  There's one guy who has called me Hollywood for years, because he says I have "that west coast strut."

[I remember the day, and I WAS feeling good.  I stopped and told him I was actually born in California, just a little further south, and the name stuck]

Ran into Gary today on my way home.  I had a piece of expired carrot cake on me, and asked if he wanted it.

He was CLEARLY feeling no pain.  And he kissed my hand and said "How dare I refuse such a gift from the Rose of Franklin Street?"  And danced off with his cake.

This place is fucking Newford.  And I am STILL trying to figure out what kind of fey Gary is.  He's been Kent's friend for years.  The first Time I met him, he peered at me and said "You like the Beatles, I bet" and opened his ubiquitous backpack and pulled out a "Let It Be" tshirt that he'd picked up at PTA Thrift and gave it to me.  The next  time, he'd bought scissors at Walgreens and decided he didn't need all three pair, so he gave me one (they're my coupon clipping scissors).  I know some people just see him as smelly and usually half whacked out of his mind, but to me he's just my magical friend Gary.

The longer I live here, and especially the longer I work on Franklin Street, the more I try to pinpoint who is fey and what type they are.  Okay, I clearly read too much Charles de Lint and Seanan McGuire, but it is an interesting mental exercise.  And a great "waiting for the bus" activity.  When I'm not bitching about work to my paper journal, I do brief character sketches.

I'm kind of stalled on The Jillie Project right now.  Is it advisable to undertake another writing project before I finish THAT one (says the woman with two current active crochet projects and Goddess only knows how many UFOs and WIPs of all stripes languishing)?  I'm kind of in love with doing a series of stories about the people I meet going to and from work.

And Franklin Street is iconic enough (locally), I bet I could snow UNC's press into publishing it.


Okay, the spousebeast just walked in the door.  Let's REALLY get this party started!


( 16 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 14th, 2016 12:21 am (UTC)

Yay for parties and being off from work!

Sep. 14th, 2016 12:40 am (UTC)
Yay for days off!

I hope the concert is excellent!
Sep. 14th, 2016 12:43 am (UTC)
I'm so very jealous over the concert! ^3^
Sep. 14th, 2016 01:32 am (UTC)
Sounds like a fantastic weekend ahead.
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Sep. 14th, 2016 02:48 am (UTC)
Have a fantastic time! I can't wait to hear about the concert! And woo hoo to time off!!!
Sep. 14th, 2016 03:40 am (UTC)
Squee, I'm so jealous of you going to the concert! I so miss when women rockers meant women like Joan Jett. Have a good time!

Enjoy your vacation :-)

Sep. 14th, 2016 03:53 am (UTC)
Charles de Lint, eh?

I've read all of his books. Newford would be a lovely place to live. You are fortunate.

I get the Gary's of this world. There is one guy at work I adore. We always have such interesting conversations.

Everyone else wrinkles their nose and gets judgemental about him. Too bad for them.
Sep. 14th, 2016 06:32 am (UTC)
Yay for being off!

Oh, I remember those days where I had no shows...particularly where I worked at the movie theatre. One time, and I was a supervisor then, there were only three out of eight that showed up for work; Me, a manager, and one employee. The one employee had to do box office while the manager did stuff in the office. Yours truly? Did concessions, the coffee part of concessions (luckily, I knew how to bring up it's menu on my register in concessions), and usher. I didn't get a break until maybe four when the next shift arrived. Luckily, I got off an hour later. All that actually motivated my general manager to give me time off for a vacation that I put a request in for because he was originally not going to grant it. Then, a few months after?

I found out from some of the new hires (one of them that didn't show up that day) what they were being paid and it was the SAME wage I was making for someone who was a supervisor and had been there for almost two years (spoiler alert: under seven dollars). I said "Fuck this", applied for another job, got interviewed, got accepted, and gave my two weeks notice to the theatre job.
Sep. 14th, 2016 09:17 am (UTC)
Yay for days off! Less yay for people who do not want to work hard. When I moved to London, I managed a cafe. I loved it but it's damn hard work. Long hours, on your feet all day and having to be polite to people who are assholes (we had a high quota in that area of entitled people, sadly) but far too many people weren't willing to put in the time. Catering and hospitality is hard work and lots of people just aren't up for it!

But enough ranting - have a lovely break!
Sep. 14th, 2016 09:23 am (UTC)
Enjoy your you time!!! You deserve it!
Sep. 14th, 2016 09:45 am (UTC)
Have a great concert time!
Sep. 14th, 2016 01:11 pm (UTC)
Yay for having days off!
Sep. 14th, 2016 06:57 pm (UTC)
You are the first person I know ever to reference De Lint in an offhand manner. <<<<3
Sep. 14th, 2016 09:48 pm (UTC)
Peach ice tea works for me, too.
Sep. 14th, 2016 11:32 pm (UTC)
Your friend sounds awesome! Have fun at your concerts!
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