Friday, November 02, 2001

Fri
2
Nov
2001

It’s Not A Coat Rack

Current mood: bearmood - tired drained
I'm so tired. I made 23 batches of dough today and prepped veggies at both stores between the hours of 7 a.m. and 5 p.m. On top of that, the manager at one of the stores didn't have the ventillation set right and it was hotter than H*** in there. I was getting really lethargic and it was taking forever to get anything done, it seemed. That particular store also has a concrete floor and my feet hurt bad. Whine, whine, whine. I guess the owner is finally getting one the one manager about the filthy condition of the store. It's about time. I mentioned that it would be nice if the dough on the wall since March would go away.

Why are some people so clueless and rude? I was making sauce. I know a lot of the drivers have never seen me because this was the first time I was there that late, but I had cans on the table ready to open while I was adding the spices and this one driver hangs his coat on the can opener. Hello. I informed him that I was still using it and he gets indignant that he has to move his coat.

Like the Christmas countdown I added? Cool, huh?

I saw the most beautiful moon as I was driving home. It was almost full and was so huge and orange as it came up over the eastern horizon. I wish I could've gotten a picture of it. I need to start carrying a camera with me. Oh, well.

I think I'm going to call this day a wash, go to bed and get some rest. I need to clean the carpets tomorrow and do laundry. Whoohoo!