*hums*

[impy]

Work. Drama! Only... not really. I get there and the three managers on duty are all crowded into the tiny hallway where the timeclock is. Thus making it a bitch to clock in. As I'm attempting to duck out, I'm given the lecture on the code to call if we're robbed and a reminder that you can, in theory, call 911 from any of our phones. o_O So I head out, take over for Jeffrey, and find out that a second Walgreens [I think] was robbed. Some dude actually robbed the one pharmacist I'd bet money could kick his crackhead ass. Balls of steel, man.

So, I spent the first few hours trying to get a description of the dude they were expecting to come back and rob us. You see, they think he was casing the joint [hee!] earlier. Hence the reminder about what to do when the store gets robbed.

Dude never came back. Woe.

I then marveled at Kathleen's ability to take more than an hour and a half to do nothing but sweep the floor. And I mean nothing. She didn't stop to chat, or pick things up, or anything. Just... swept the floor. I haven't the words...

I need to brush my hair.

Oh. Dido thoughts, but no pictures just yet. She's adorable. I'm leaning towards calling her Kate [mom said Katie and the immediate thought was, "fuck no." Luckily I didn't say that.] but I'm not sure. Anyway, the thing people don't tell you about her is that in that pretty shock of purple hair, there are blue strands. Tis most awesome. Also, if you look at her from one side, she seems to look at you out of the corner of her glittery eye. The other side, not so much. Love the soles of her boots. I could pet them all day long...

*yawn* Not so random craving for the Rob Thomas CD. Must. Resist.

edit new icon. Woo!