2-1, We Still Got Time

Man, blackouts that occur at my work are like the snow-days of summer. Sometimes.

Like today, today was magical.

My schedule just got a major blow, in that I now have to work 2-10 three or so days out of the week. Suddenly I have mornings open again, and I'm typically a night person as it is. I don't do well with mornings.

So today was the first day. I got to work cranky as hell, mostly due to my sickness, which has entered the coughing up oddly green goo stage, which I can literally taste, and it is nasty. I hate this stage.

Then I got really angry about nothing for no reason, and decided to be silent and mad for a while. Then the blackout hit, and I thought, "oh shit, now its going to get really bad."

Last summer we had four or five blackouts, and I happened to be there for all of them. Which can be traumatic. Especially when it comes to keeping coolers and walk-in refrigerators cold, which can require the getting of the dry ice, in large amounts, and distributing the dry ice in every refrigerated unit. Or moving product to a cooling van of some sort.

Ps. Its fun to play the game, "How long can I stand in here without passing out," because dry ice sucks up all the oxygen in the room, especially a small, enclosed walk-in cooler, and people have literally passed out from being in there too long.

I get mad at this blackout, because the office staff seem to get to scoot out as soon as this happens. Its up to us, the workers in the trenches to do the manual labor, as always.

Unless you sneak out. Which I've done. Unashamedly.

But tonight worked in my favor. I got out earlier than I had wanted, and went to go watch the Red Wings game. And drank lots of whiskey and tea, in various forms, because we bar hopped in the hopes that the previous bar we were at somehow was causing our team bad luck, so the next bar would be good luck, which didn't happen, and then ending up at The Cafe, which proved to curse us even more, mainly because we lost. We basically figured tonight was cursed from the start.

So many superstitions among my hockey friends.

I cannot shave my mustache because it would be bad luck, considering as soon as I started growing it, the Wings started to really win.

S. carries around a Chewbacca figurine during the play-offs, and grows some facial hair himself.

D. cannot watch the game with S. at a certain sports bar, or the Wings lose.

Nor can the Wings and the Pistons win games on the same night, if they play on the same night. They must alternate winning and losing. Except for tonight. They both lost.

D. should have watched the game at home, its better luck.

The Tigers will always fuck up and lose. That's just the way it is.

(look at me, talking about sports. Ha.)
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And my dreams have been really weird and disappointing lately. Especially the one about the ex this morning. Didn't need that.

At least I have two days off in a row this weekend. A godsend.

Oh, and my band will have its first show coming up, even though there's been some serious tension about one of our members, who doesn't consistently show up to practice, yet the one night we were going to bring it up and possibly excommunicate her, she showed up promptly.

Kind of like when you're angry about something, and the moment you get to release it, suddenly the other party apologizes, or gives in with a good excuse, and suddenly you just can't be angry anymore, despite trying.

Like when my boss wholeheartedly apologized to me (which is unheard of) for screwing me over the other day.

I wanted to be mad, I tried, but then the "I'm sorry" came out, and I melted.

I'm too nice sometimes.