dinosaurus

The absolute worst thing about retail is working alone on a slow day. Last night, I did just about nothing for 5 hours. I'd finished all my housekeeping in the first 3 hours. I refolded every last ugly touristy t-shirt. BORRRRRING. 5 hours, alone. Fucking hell.

Tried to go back to sleep after the boy left for work, but I just couldn't do it. My mind kept racing with ideas to make this drab apartment a little less so.

I think it's time to go for that second job. I need to get back in the barista biz, and there seems to be no shortage of work around here for a talented, experienced lady like myself. Not to mention, I feel like I can legitimately request more money than I make right now due to said experience. Coffee really means alot to me. Lame? Perhaps. It's just fabulous. I miss it every time I walk in to Steamers. Also, hours are getting cut at my main job, so why not lighten the load on the schedule-makers and give away my hours. (Though I'm not sure they'd realy like that, and I'd hate losing hours to those who I know are going to pick them up... Hmm.)

Ner. Much to be considered. I'm just hating my job right now! Nothing to do! Eff me, man!

That's enough out of me. Time to finish up my hat, and do some dishes, natch.