Strategic Operations Rapid Response Team - Earth Sector;
November 27th, 2006 C.E.
"Well, here I am."
Mostly, things have been all right. Life's not without its ups and downs, right?
You've already read my tenth Journal Entry, so you know that I had a FANTASTIC Thanksgiving! I've almost finished the remainder of the leftovers. I'm leaving the pumpkin soup for one more day. I'm hoping that it gets a little colder so that I can enjoy the soup in a proper setting.
Black Friday at Borders wasn't too bad. It wasn't the same ol' monotonous shelving like I've been doing. I shelved from 7a to 8a before I got put on the register. I worked the register until my lunch, came back from lunch, and worked on register some more. I ended the day by helping out on the floor with customers and questions. Picking up my check at 6p (That's right, kiddies. Ol' Q.Diddy went into work at 7a and got out at 6p. I know that may not seem like much to some who are used to working those hours, but I haven't been sleeping well and it was incredulously taxing on me), I deposited it, went home and then headed over to Mark & Dana's for some quality "Doctor Who" viewing time, sans the Doctor Who (which was pre-empted for some crappy SciFi channel crapfest). Had a beer, ate some leftovers and this nice seafood dip, watched some SCA martial stuff, and headed home.
Did I mention that my car is, now, leaking transmission fluid? Oh, I didn't? Yeah...yeah, that's what's going on now. Yeah...that's about another $300 that I don't have and won't have for a long time. Now, the car's rattling. Not too bad, but I have to keep shunting massive amounts of fluid in it and it's just irritating. I get one thing fixed on it and then...**WHAM!**...something else happens. That's what happens to the ol' Q.Diddy. Get ahead a little...making a little headway...**WHAM!**...Life delivers a straight superkick to my throat. I can't win, it seems.
But I will persevere. I must. There's no other way.
I worked on Saturday, too, which fuckin' sucks. I had been so conditioned to Monday thru Friday that when I woke up on Saturday, I almost turned off the alarm and went back to sleep. Damnable job. It wasn't a total loss, by the by. It was National Games Week, held at magistar's house.
I got out of work around 4p and walked into a game of Donald Trump's...something or other. I can't remember. I was just exhausted, barely comprehending what was going on. I did manage enough cognitive thought to believe this was just the 21st Century version of Tongo, but I digress (That's why I kept shouting "Acquire!" at you, D.Munny).
Next, there was this little game called "Quelf". As fun as it was, it was LOOOOOOOOOOOONG! When next we play it (magistar, themadjaywoman, justinlymner, taliesinsmuse, beanie1125 and Craig), we have to start earlier.
Unfortunately, exhaustion got the better of me and I fell asleep on the couch/futon thing. I woke up after twenty minutes or so, managed a few goodbyes and headed for home, crashing only an hour or two after that.
Tomorrow, I do an overnight for the store: 10p-7a. I'm going to be a zombie.
If I've been less than communicative with you, I'm sorry. So much stuff...so little time...so little time...