Thursday Blursday

It’s been a long day, for a lot of reasons.

First, Shawshank had court today, and I have no idea what’s happening with any of that shit. There’s no updates on the case information. Yesterday, we agreed he wouldn’t call until Friday unless something major was happening. I hate not knowing anything. And it’s not as though having any information would help; I still can’t leave until the house is sold.

Then, it was BossRPh‘s last day. It went ok; it was a long shift, but really slow. Worrisome type slowness, the kind that makes me wonder if we’ll even be open in a few months. The last hour dragged and I was hunting for things to do. BossRPh thanked me for all the help over the years. She said that my impending plans to leave made her decision to take the competition’s job offer easier. MusicMan was in for a few hours doing the paperwork and stuff involved with the transition of power. For the moment, he’s only interim manager.

We have a new cashier in the front store. I joked with DayTech about nicknames I have for everyone online, trying to come up with a name for the new front end guy, and whether BossRPh’s replacement should carry on the BossRPh title, or get something new. DayTech agreed I should retire the title. She also said she needs to be called something other than DayTech, and nicknamed the new guy Rico Suave.

Tomorrow, I have a shift with StressedRPh. It’s a long weekend for me, if I can make it through tomorrow. (Not)DayTech had requested the day off for a dance competition that’s since been cancelled, and she bought BossRPh a bottle of Rumchata and some nips of Fireball. BossRPh sent us pictures of her lining up shots on her counter. It gave me an idea for #selfcaresaturday.

Is it ok to do shots in a bubble bath, alone?
Asking for a friend.

DayTech replied right away.

Tell your friend she's not alone if she has cats.

Happy almost Friday, people.