Hanging in there...
Deathly quiet at the office today after a barrage of phone calls earlier.
Now we're just waiting for the party to start, which will probably be lame. But as long as I get my timecard signed by the end of the day, I really don't care. Besides, I've already scored a box of Lindor truffles.
Mmmmm....Lindor truffles.
I guess I'm blogging out of boredom again. Which sucks, because I could have signed off for the holidays with my letter to Santa and everything. But I need something to do. So I am here.
The strike is over. I guess Santa came to NYC a bit early with my first wish. Which is proof that it pays to still believe in Santa Claus.
I managed to get some type cold/bug from my roomates despite my good hygiene practices. Drat. On top of that, I'll be working at the mall tonight. Closing shift. My goal is to be out of there no later than 1:30am. If it means I have to yell and scream at the newbies and delegate responsibilities, so be it. I'll be a manager for a night if it means not having to be at the store till 4:30am (which apparently happened earlier this week).
Monday feels like a long time ago, and Christmas still seems so far away.
Well, it's party time. Laters!!
Now we're just waiting for the party to start, which will probably be lame. But as long as I get my timecard signed by the end of the day, I really don't care. Besides, I've already scored a box of Lindor truffles.
Mmmmm....Lindor truffles.
I guess I'm blogging out of boredom again. Which sucks, because I could have signed off for the holidays with my letter to Santa and everything. But I need something to do. So I am here.
The strike is over. I guess Santa came to NYC a bit early with my first wish. Which is proof that it pays to still believe in Santa Claus.
I managed to get some type cold/bug from my roomates despite my good hygiene practices. Drat. On top of that, I'll be working at the mall tonight. Closing shift. My goal is to be out of there no later than 1:30am. If it means I have to yell and scream at the newbies and delegate responsibilities, so be it. I'll be a manager for a night if it means not having to be at the store till 4:30am (which apparently happened earlier this week).
Monday feels like a long time ago, and Christmas still seems so far away.
Well, it's party time. Laters!!
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