On top of that, it's not like these are eight-hour shifts. This week, I work 63 hours. And the mall has opened the mall an hour earlier, so I have to be at the store at 8:30.
A few weeks back, I told Jeff that I really need days off. At least one a week, even during Christmas rush.
His rebuttal was, "Come on. I'm doing you a favour. I'm letting you earn more money."
I explained that "doing me a favour" and "scheduling Jago for more than forty hours a week" are not the same thing. I like having the chance to relax, unwind. NOT worry about going into work at an early hour.
In fact, giving me days off gives customers a favour: They won't be subjected to a burnt-out Jago tearing their heads off if they cause him grief.
All I'm saying is, it's only been four days, and I'm already starting to lose it.
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On the positive side, I had Amy come see me at the toy store today.
Amy was my friend who worked across the hallway from me at Bentley Bonnie Doon. A cute girl who was almost always pleasant and was a real pleasure to talk to on the slow days of BD.
When I got transferred to Kingsway, she was one of the aspects I really missed of my old mall.
Recently, she's been promoted to manager of a Claire's accessories store in Southgate.
So, I haven't seen her since, oh, August.
It was a surprise to see her walk into the store today, but something I didn't mind at all. We caught up a bit and then she left.
Of course, I completely forgot to mention Thursday's concert (Quick plug: 6:30 pm at the Stanley Milner Library Theatre: Apocalypse Kow's Kristmas Kabaret. Tickets are $10 with the donation of a food bank item. And yes, I'm aware that most of the people who read this are aware of it. So COME, dammit!) to her.
And, for some reason, my heart started dancing the Hurdy Gerdy in my chest. Damn, I need a girl.
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Created a nation for NationStates, an online game Marauder found online.
I'm a theocracy, a religious nation, quite like, say, the Vatican City.
I don't know where it's headed, but currently, it's a fundamentalist Catholic-sort church. I think I'll have fun with it.
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Jago sleepy. 7:30 is coming up quickly. Must justify leaving DeCosta in the midst of The Two Towers special features. (Boning up for tomorrow's viewing of Return of the King) Good night. Let's hope that come next week, I'm not raving about kicking consumer ass (in the bad way) or how I've lost thirty pounds due to stress.
I'm thin enough already.