Blargh, I am dead...
May. 10th, 2003 12:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sethrakUp at 7 to get ready for work at K-Mart. Eight hour shift at the land of No Longer Bankrupt. Then popped on the bus straight to Gilles'. For a shift which theoretically lasts from 6 to 11 on Fridays.... but what with the _insane_ amount of customers we had, and the cleanup....
I got home less than ten minutes ago.
I feel like a zombie dragon. Lurching around, brain-dead, baggy-eyed, and liable to cripsy-critter those who stand in my path.
My boss and shift supervisors' frequently conflicting and often insane requests while at Gilles contributed to the feeling of mental drainage.
Oh, and Tom-chan... :b Would have been useful if you'd emailed me to say when was a good time to call you Saturday. Now I'll just randomly call you whenever I stumble out of bed.
Love you, my baka mazoku.
I got home less than ten minutes ago.
I feel like a zombie dragon. Lurching around, brain-dead, baggy-eyed, and liable to cripsy-critter those who stand in my path.
My boss and shift supervisors' frequently conflicting and often insane requests while at Gilles contributed to the feeling of mental drainage.
Oh, and Tom-chan... :b Would have been useful if you'd emailed me to say when was a good time to call you Saturday. Now I'll just randomly call you whenever I stumble out of bed.
Love you, my baka mazoku.
