See, there are many, many,
BLEEDING WELL MANY times I hate the fact the
store I work for is open
24/7/364.25. Today is
no exception. Not only was it another dismal day at work, but I had to miss the annual
Labor Day party my cousin hosts. And when you have a cousin that
communicates on the
same level as you, as well as him being
MARRIED to someone who
communicates on the
same level as you, you miss something when you miss an opportunity to visit them. Like,
intelligent conversation. Or just
bantering on about
Weird Al songs.
Doesn't help that I didn't get much sleep last night, leaving me a weaving, bobbing mess at work. Though I AM glad, in this case, that my job is more gruntwork than brainwork, so coming in groggy isn't as much of a downside, as long as my muscles respond when I want them to. (PING? PONG!)
Ah, well. Tomorrow's Labor Day. Damn straight I have to work again. And it IS a union shop, oddly. Figure that one out.
Tuesday is when Oakland University kicks back in session. Schweet. All I have to do is buy the books there (Since Bigwords.com hit some delays in my order) really early in the morning and fight the crowds in the bookstore. Fun fun fun fun fuck.