Monday grumpys

At Home: Apparently I am allergic to everything blooming right now. I can’t breathe. My throat hurts. I was awake for way too much of last night. ::grump, grump, grump::

At Work: Every once in a while a customer comes in who feels like playing games. I say, “Is your name in the computer?” They say, “Yes.” LONG PAUSE. “What’s your last name?” I finally say. “Oh, you didn’t ask that.” Today? SO MANY CUSTOMERS. Finally I just stopped. I’d say, “Is your name in the computer?” They’d say, “Yes” and I would just let the silence go and go and go. ::grump, grump, grump::

And Finally: We have a daily checklist at work, right? Which is great; it was possibly my idea, so it’s not like I’m down on it or anything. But it does mean that I have to plan not just my day, but *everyone’s* day ahead of time. Today I just want to write: DO YOUR JOB. DON’T BOTHER ME. ::grump, grump, grump::

[Tomorrow, I will do better, I promise.]

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H50 not-quite-the-finale

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t there a car attached to you?”
“Oh, weird.”
-Steve, Jenna

“Guys, I know this is hard and we all want to be here.” … (but I’m going to be the one to stay, obvs)
-Steve

“I like hospital food, you know that. I like it here; I checked myself in for the weekend.”
-Danny

“These birds don’t have wings.”
“Oh, that explains why they’re so angry.”
-Grace, Danny

“I myself *am* going to ask where you got this money.”
-Steve

And of course, hugs for everyone!!!

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