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So, my area's currently being drowned in snow. Over a foot's fallen in less than a week and tomorrow is going to get another foot. (Why couldn't this shit have fallen during the first week of December while I was still in school? 
) To make a very long story short, idiot driver going too fast smacked into an electrical pole cutting off power to my work and to my house and we've all finally gotten it back. So I was able to get an unexpected day off. 
Why do I want to be spared? It ain't the snow.
It's the fact that the power got cut at 1:15 this afternoon. That means that the old sales signs haven't been pulled, the new sales signs up, the registers need to be logged off and counted, truck hasn't been put away, the place hasn't been cleaned, all the milk and ice cream has all probably spoiled. There's a fuckload of stuff that needs to be done. And the fact that since tomorrow it's four days until Christmas, and it's Sunday, and we were closed, and we're a pharmacy, the people are going to be out in DROVES even with the snow. Yelling, screaming, begging, asking me to fetch and carry and grab this, get that and WHADAYA MEAN YOU'RE OUT/THIS THING'S NOT ON SALE OMG DERE'S A SIGN ON IT/YOU WEREN'T OPEN YESTERDAY?
Please...spare me. I think I'm going to need cookies. And chocolate. Lots of chocolate.
) To make a very long story short, idiot driver going too fast smacked into an electrical pole cutting off power to my work and to my house and we've all finally gotten it back. So I was able to get an unexpected day off. Why do I want to be spared? It ain't the snow.
It's the fact that the power got cut at 1:15 this afternoon. That means that the old sales signs haven't been pulled, the new sales signs up, the registers need to be logged off and counted, truck hasn't been put away, the place hasn't been cleaned, all the milk and ice cream has all probably spoiled. There's a fuckload of stuff that needs to be done. And the fact that since tomorrow it's four days until Christmas, and it's Sunday, and we were closed, and we're a pharmacy, the people are going to be out in DROVES even with the snow. Yelling, screaming, begging, asking me to fetch and carry and grab this, get that and WHADAYA MEAN YOU'RE OUT/THIS THING'S NOT ON SALE OMG DERE'S A SIGN ON IT/YOU WEREN'T OPEN YESTERDAY?
Please...spare me. I think I'm going to need cookies. And chocolate. Lots of chocolate.
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