What is sad?

By being in a bar on your lunch hour drinking water. ... in Applebee's really, but sitting at the bar no less because they are so full.

Well maybe not that sad, but I'm starting to burn out.

A pic somewhere in this post shows how many days and hours I have been working straight. The next pic shows that my eighth day was taken away, and I now have a three day break.

If I can make it there. I felt tired yesterday day, but today is so much worst. It's memorial day and the weather is bad. Cold and raining. I had to ask security to give me a lift from the bus stop to the building so I could get to work on time and dry because I didn't want to turn back to get my umbrella and the upside to that, is that I caught the bus almost right away.

I actually looked at the line today, outside the fitting room. It cut right through the men's department. So long. We need more rooms. But to get more, we would have to buy the space next door and remodel. 😁

Later.


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I got a bus

Yesterday, I had to give in and get an uber to get to work on time.

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There is a festival in the park

It 10:40 and I'm waiting for the bust to take me 3 long blocks to give my feet a short rest before climbing the hill home. My feet hurt so much and it's just the second day of my 8 day run. (See next for photo of upcoming shifts.)

I asked about them and she said that I shouldn't have that many days in a row. But I don't really expect it to change. I expect to get a call from on ny second to last day telling me not to come in the next day because I would go over 40 hours.

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So...

My egg sandwich. Not. I wanted to give them a chance and nit just think right away that they couldn't do it, but in the end they didn't.

I said that I wanted and egg sandwich without cheese and without butter with home fries. Just explaining home fries was something I didn't expect in any degree.

Right after me someone else showed up to what on the inside looked like some kind of remote outpost, and I think he ordered his usual. The "chef" at the time was making another order for someone. I'm not sure who. It looked like cream of wheat to me, but now thinking back and the fact that she placed eggs and bacon on it has me believing it was grits. I think I tried them once and that was more than enough for me. Porridge is much better.

Well, I can see how my order was mixed up, but I said it twice to make sure since I didn't think I had any lactose pills on me. No cheese, no butter, no bacon. Egg sandwich with lettuce and tomato with home fries.

But really, I knew I was in trouble when she asked if I waned a roll or wheat bread, which was slice bread, like toast. I got the wheat toss because I knew it was better for me than the roll.

The egg was put in a container, the home fries next to it and the toast was buttered. I didn't see it being buttered, I tasted it when I got to work and tried to take a bite

They handed it me and the toast was by itself outside the container wrapped in waxed paper. I was puzzled. Laughed even before taking it out to out in the container where upon I realize I didn't get a sandwich and there was no lettuce and tomato. For that I had to pay 50 cents more.

So as they are putting these things in the container, I look up to see my bus going by. So I didn't try to get a good taste until I got to work and I spit that out into the trash when I tasted and felt cold butter in my mouth.

Ok, phone is dying. Later.

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Radio silence

Hey.

I didn't mean to go dark for so long. I told you about the blackout last week right?

After that I haven't even turned on my computer. I have only been on my iPad and this aging phone of mine.

Today I got to work late because I wanted breakfast. I'm not  even talking about sitting in my home and eating some good oatmeal. Nope. I wanted an egg sandwich with home fries. I didn't even know I wanted the home fries until I got to the bus stop for the 24B in Elizabeth. Then as I'm watching them cut the tomato for my eggs, I look up to see my bus go buy. Then I had wait 40 mins for the next one to show up. And what did it do? Take a different way to work. So much so that all of us at the bus stop had to run to the other one to catch it. Then it just sat there for some reason.

By the time it hit about 15 till I called work to tell them that I was being held hostage on a bus that was an hour late and that I was going to be about 5-10 mins late. I ended up walking in about 15 past and I'm in the fitting room again.

My boss loves me in there. He said as much today.

Well I had my hour lunch at Applebee's, my usual, now I'm heading back. I'll rant about my eggs later.

Later.

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