With Calendar Girl
*Leave three minutes before I'm due to arrive. Luckilly I'm the only ass on the road dumb enough to be up at 8am on a Saturday. Clock in at 8:08-- one minute to go before my coverage goes to shit.
*Linda got here early today and allready finished turning on the computers-- (the single duty they make two people come in an hour early to perform) Sweet. Sit around and wait to get money for my register.
*Sit in the breakroom-- "just jackin' off" as I call it. This consists of sitting and not working en lue of ...standing and working.
*8:45am. Sam the Supervisor (sup for short) comes in to drag me out to morning meeting. It's lame. I stand there and do nothing. My eyes drift in and out of focus.
*Sam assigns me to first vanna. I insist that being vanna makes me angry and want to kill people. No go. I barter to do three cart runs instead. He says if I can find someone willing to switch duties with me then fine. Yah right, only Dan is weird or stupid or lazy enough to do that-- and he's not here yet. To the vanna post I go. Might as well nail my fucking tongue to the floor.
*Am horrified at how disgusting so many people are. One guy's eyes are about to pop out of his head. Another looks like an albino walrus. One guy's skin is barely hanging on. They all get right up in my face and make me repeat the number I assigned them. AHH!! BUBBLE! BUBBLE! GOD, BACK YOUR UGLY ASS UP!!! The worst is when people say things like "Hi." and "How are you?" because I am in no mood for their "pleasentries" and would sooner spit on them as look a them.
*Went to lunch at 11am, which today consists of soup, a roll, and diet soda. Because the air conditioner has being turning me into a popsicle all morning, spent the last half of lunch napping in my sauna of a car.
*Went back and slept in the breakroom for another twenty minutes, on the clock.
*Breif "Story Time With Samson", where I pointed out the "highlights" of a porn I watched last night. It is of my recently formed opinion that everyone should own atleast one porn. It should be an unwritten rule. I didn't end up watching the whole thing though; after an hour and a half of bad acting and eight lengthy sex scenes, I lost all interest and just went to sleep.
*Some work
*More "jackin' off" in the breakroom, looking at drunken pictures of Dan, recounting the tales behind my famous breakup lines, exchanging "sex smell" stories that had us laughing so hard we were turning various shades of red.
*One of the sups pops their head in the breakroom. We quickly disperse before we get busted for taking unofficial ninety-minute ten-minute breaks. Smooth criminals.
*Forgot I was keeping a running log of the day, but figured its okay because nothing else worthy of note likely happened anyway.