In which I’m getting there

I only have eight shifts left at my job, and holy hell was today a nightmare.  We were shortstaffed as hell, with several people either sick or on vacation, and one of my co-workers got caught up with a nightmare guest who took up probably four hours of his time, exclusively, meaning that I was responsible for every other guest who walked in the door– and there were a lot of them, and they were needier than usual.

I am tired, goddammit.

But I only have on more Saturday and one more Sunday.  And that’s exciting.

I had something else I wanted to talk about, but hell if I remember what it was.

 

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