Alarm went off at 9:00 AM this morning. That’s my warning alarm letting me know that I have one more hour of sleep before I have to wake up at 10:00 to be at work by 11:00. Of course, I reset my alarm for 10:10 AM. You’d be surprised at how much that extra ten minutes really makes or breaks the day. I go back to sleep for another hour and ten and then finally decide to face the day around 10:13 or so. I go through my routine: shower, shave, brush the teeth, throw on my white polo and jeans and grab my jacket. I bid Chet and Tons farewell and it’s out the door. On the way out to my car, I check to make sure I have my smokes, lighter, and Zune, all of which are needed to make the fifteen minute drive pleasurable. Got everything.
I throw on some Queen from my Zune and enjoy a smoke before pulling into the Caribou Coffee parking lot, a solid ten minutes late for my shift. Almost a daily routine on its own.
Once inside my blissful place of employment, which also serves as the hell hole that has lead to a significant increase in drinking and will one day be the death of me, I am asked why I am late. And, as always, I can never give them a justified answer other than, “I don’t know.” They seem to get the idea every time.
Work goes as well as it was going to get. My incompetent store manager, Ryan, decided to be a piece of shit and put off doing the deposit for the last four days, leaving the store with no change for the drawers and my shift manager, Nicole, in a state of pissed off that can only be described as anything but graceful. The rest of the day is filled with the usual regular customers and Nicole bitching about how much the job pisses her off and her disdain for Ryan.
Around 4:00 PM, the plumbers come in to check out the drains in the back room that has been giving off a sewage odor that continuously smells like someone pinched a massive loaf right next to the heater. They determined that the cause was our grease trap which had not been sucked out in at least a few years and was giving off the foul odor due to the fact that whoever sucked it out the last time stripped the bolts holding it down, causing the cover to not be sealed air-tight. More good news at the Bou. They told me that it would be in my best interest to find some plastic and seal off the smell. But at this point, it was already 4:45 and my shift was over in fifteen minutes, so I decided to say fuck it.
I get a call from V on my way home from work wanting to know if I had an interest in grabbing some dinner and watching the new episode of 24. After confirming the plans, I throw my Zune on random and rock another smoke and enjoy the rest of my half-hour drive home in rush hour traffic.
I get home about twenty after. I’m greeted by Chet and Tons the second I walk in, not so much because they love me, but more so because they’re hungry as fuck. I throw them some food and cruise into my room to throw on my bumming clothes and check my e-mail and Facebook to see if any of my way cool friends have sent me anything witty throughout the day.
V shows up about twenty minutes later and we chill out in front of the T.V. for about an hour watching the ’89 Batman movie and waiting for Hart to arrive so we could go grab some sandwiches from Potbelly. Once Hart graces us with his presence, we cruise to Potbelly jamming out to some old Michael Jackson tunes on the way. We get there and I get down hard on a roast beef sandwich as I listen to V and Hart fill me in on some key elements in 24 (I just started watching the new season and had never seen it until a few days ago). We all scarf down our food and cruise home.
We plot our asses down on the couch and turn on the show. Between commercials, we flip back and forth from 24 to Batman which was still on from earlier. The show ends at 9:00 and V and Hart cruise home. Stin calls me to let me know he just got the first season of Heroes from Netflix, so I end up cruising over there to chill with him and Mary, drink beer and watch the X-Men rip-off show (even though it’s quite entertaining, to say the least).
I get home around 12:45 AM, brush my teeth, do some push-ups, set my alarm, and crash while watching The Fugitive on HBO.
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