8:00 am late!

So, since I just got off work and am thinking about bed I am having a beer at 8 o'clock in the morning. The perks to this shift just keep piling up.

I was talking to my fellow third shift pal, Gene, last night about the best way to deal with the drunks that come in... from about 10pm until as late (or early) as 4:15am.

My BRILLIANT idea was that WaWa should make it mandatory for all third shift employee's to blow at least a 0.06 while at work. Because: what is the least painful way to deal with a drunk? To be intoxicated/drunk yourself! Being sober and dealing with drunks is no fun (as one drunk woman pointed out to me tonight, "You don't look happy. Are you happy?" To which I wanted to say, "if you had to deal with you right now, would you look happy?" But didn't.).

Gene admitted that his hoagie-making would suffer and I imagine my agility at mental math would too suffer if we were drinking and working, but I genuinely believe that that is a small price to pay for ridding ourselves of the mental anquish of dealing with these irrational people.

Also, WaWa needs to have some sort of bucket in a corner of their stores without public restrooms in order for all these punks to piss in. Yes, we have a bathroom. No, you cannot use it. Then they beg and plead, and I get some sort of sick satisfaction in saying, "I'm sorry, but you can not use our restroom. Next please!!!" in that matter-of-factly, superior kinda voice.

There appears to be a moving truck in our parking area... I suppose that that is a good sign to begin making plans to be outta here in the next week and a half. Bummer.

Note to self: get a fly swatter. Horses in your backyard lead to fly's in your house. Believe it or not. And not just regular kinds but the biting kind. No fun.

Tonight: Hawiian party at Seans
Tomorrow: Wedding and possibley concert
Sunday: Time with family. Time at Nates. Work :(

Beer is gone. Goodnight.