Welcome to Monday, where the shift will suck and the pay doesn’t matter. It actually feels more like early fall out there today, and I’ve slept under the weighted blanket the last couple of nights. Right now, I’m wrapped up in Shawshank‘s robe. Chaucer, a fan of the robe, is on a squishy pillow next to me. He alternates between kneading my arm and the pillow. The weather should be warmer later this afternoon, but nothing too extreme. I’ll have to text the lawn dude and have him come out this week.
My eBay auctions finished up yesterday afternoon. While I’m annoyed about how not all of them sold, I’m happy with the prices I got for the ones that did sell.
I had expected a good price for the Lego minifigures, and I wasn’t surprised they went for over $100. The Lego sales have pretty much made my car payments the last few months. The $62 for the Funko was good. However, I was crazy surprised about the price Shawshank‘s Micro Machines went for. They’ve been in a plastic bag for the last 30 years, and I expected maybe $30 when I put it on eBay. A final sale price of $87 amazed me. I’ll pack them all up after tonight’s dinner, and ship them out tomorrow before work.
Since it’s Monday, it’ll suck. DayTech will be in at noon, but I have no idea who will be there when I punch in. It’ll be a shit show, that much I do know. Unfortunately, my coffee cup is empty. I think that’s my cue to go and get ready for whatever shit the universe will hurl at me today.
