About a week on my new route and I am cautiously optimistic.

I've been to four stores, swept, mopped, made an attempt at bath melts, changed cat litters, and eaten. I have two more stores to go to (meds + a game store), and pre-Thanksgiving cooking to do. (All the gluten free sides are being made tonight and wrapped up securely to prevent cross-contamination.). I have energy. It's a good change.

Ok so. Saturday I got a call asking me where I was. Because my boss went through and I no longer belong at University. But they didn't post the awards at University, which means I missed my first day on my new route.

Two days into it, however, and I think I'm going to like it once I get used to the hills.

marked all plurks read. if I need to know something please let me know. Work is killing me. My supervisor is currently mad at me for efficiently utilizing my help to minimize the amount of time I'm out there and get back earlier... you know, like they are constantly screaming at me to do.

Alexie got badly hurt today. we're in the ER.

God damn I need out of this fucking station. I no longer get to do the only part of the job I like.

They get what they fucking get today, I am so close to going home.

Ten years ago today my mother died.

What do you mean you won't be back in 9 hours? That's a perfectly reasonable amount of packages!

Didn't get off until almost 8:30 yesterday (13 hours, on my day off no less), less help and more work today.