Friday the 13th

After a famous day in history, Friday the 13th is traditionally unlucky. This was the day, following a long run of power sanctioned by the church, the Knights Templar were massacred on papal order. Legend has it the military arm of the See were given sealed orders to be opened at a specific time and carried out immediately (supposedly to keep the Templars from being warned of any such plot against them). The crime? Blasphemy and heresy.

Yesterday was Friday the 13th, and boy did it manifest. I finally got enough sleep for a change (huzzah ADD-drug induced insomnia) and made my way into work - for what I thought was a ten hour shift. That was not a big deal because I need the paycheck. Two girls quit recently and one was injured, causing all of us to take up many more hours to pick up the slack. It was disappointing I'd have to miss a picnic with friends on a beautiful day due to work, but..... I'd deal.

So, I get to work for the lunch rush and watch a head on collision right in front of the store. One girl ran a red and went full-on into a guy turning. We get emergency crews there, and lunch rush was pretty slow due to the mass chaos in front. At least lunch rush wasn't the hell it usually is. Heh.

The loss of lunch rush was not how the rest of the day went along. Not only were we slammed through the rest of the evening like what our usual lunch rush is, but one of our working managers skipped out an hour early leaving us really behind on everything. My ten hour shift turned into a twelve hour shift just to catch up on everything and to let the guys finish in some semblance of time, considering we close at 11 and the alarm locks down at midnight.

Today's agenda: work on positivity in the workplace (which I meant this blog to NOT turn into a bitch-fest. Whoops.) and get laundry done for the uniform. Work 6-close. At least it's with an awesome guy that likes dub-step. =)

Other notes - Prayers go out to Angel for her step-dad's brother who is currently in the ER. Much love, and God(ess)-speed.