75 Hour Weeks

Ugh... I finally have a morning off for the first time in a week. I managed to work 75+ hours because the drug dealer that Tracy refuses to fire called in for the whole week. Steve can't necessarily work mornings because of Elliott, so that leaves me working doubles every fucking day. At least my paycheque will be good this Friday.

Halloween was a fucking zoo. I dressed up as a Catholic schoolgirl and Steve dressed up as Neo from The Matrix. I'll eventually develop the roll of film it's on and scan the pictures in. I'm so cool.

I need to shower. We have to head in for a couple hours today since the regional is coming in sometime next week. I'm really hoping it's not one of the days that I'm going to be working a double on (>_<). Tracy was already in on two of my double days and somewhat bitched that I was out of dress code. I'll start being in dress code when I get a damn day off. She hasn't lifted a finger in the store other than to mess things up this week.

Matt's birthday is next Saturday, so I'm guaranteed one day off. Steve was mentioning that we might be able to eke out Thursday off, as well. He has bowling and I just fucking need some time off. I also know that I am definitely taking off the 12th. because of my 2:30 PET scan and the 23rd. to go and see my sister. (I'm adding this in because theoretically, now I'll remember to tell Steve about this.)

It's only snowed once so far, but it's been damn cold. I'm not used to leaving the mall in 30 degree weather yet. They already have all the Christmas decorations up in the mall. At least they waited until after Halloween, though not by much.

I think I want cocoa.