It is always a totally wonderful feeling when you are very sleepy and very, very tired from last night’s work and you see first shift Derrick walking through the store by the toy department with his lunch and his thermos in hand. I love my job, but I also love to sleep, and sometimes 7am can’t arrive sooner.
“Anything interesting happen last night?” Derrick asked me with a warm grin as he clocked in and set his lunch on the counter.
“It was your standard rendition of third shift,” I told him thankfully this morning. “Nothing much to report.”
I can remember the first time I met Derrick when I was still doing the shopping cart job. I thought he was a butch lesbian he was so androgynous. But I quickly found electronics to be my favorite department to hang out in and found Derrick to be a valuable ally. The only time I have ever had trouble with doing my job was those two months I was struggling and quit writing my blog. Derrick always lent me a shoulder to lean on and encouraged me to keep working. I won’t forget it anytime soon.
“I worked third shift for about a year and loved it,” Derrick also told me this morning. “It just screws up your sleeping schedules. At least, it did for me.”
Dilation Nation…
George was back to his old self with normal looking eyes this morning. George’s main concern this morning was staying warm and dry on this very dreary, icy, and overcast day.
“I just worry about you,” I told George of all the fuss his mother and I made over him yesterday. “I know how sobriety can be tenuous at best.”
“I just need something to take the edge off,” George said of his job. “It can be thoroughly boring and mindless bringing in all those carts every morning.”
“And sitting in a jail cell with a deplorable roommate wasn’t boring and mindless everyday?”
George agreed and told me I had a good point and that he would try and remember it the next time he got down about his job.
I still struggle with addictions so I can’t be too hard on George. It has taken many months to cut down my smoking to manageable levels. I still, too, struggle with my food addictions.
Impetuous…
One thing that can be aptly said about my mother is that she is impetuous. Mom called me on my way home from work to come and get the dog’s flea treatments. According to their healthcare calendars it was time.
“Mom, I will do it later,” I told her as I drove by the new hardware store just before crossing over the interstate.
“Come now and get their medications,” mom replied. “I know you and you will forget.”
I quickly calmed my mother down and told her I had to get off the phone since I was driving. Maggie, bless her scratchy heart, hates to have that stuff put on her and is still sulking with me as I write this.
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You're such a great friend to George. We would all be very lucky to have you in our lives.
I worked night for awhile and it was HARD! Good for George for hanging in there with the job.
You are such a good friend and encouragement to George. He is so blessed to have you as a friend.
Your mom is just trying to help.
Working nights must be so hard. I'm a night person, but I don't know if I could do that or not. You have certainly hung in there with your job and your goals!!!
I'm so glad that you're there to help Mrs. F keep George on the right path! You are probably the only person she can count on to do that with her! Everyone else he knows is out buying the junk for him, I'm sure!
You're such a great friend!
Love ya,
Grannie
Working nights may have been what caused your little hiatus. Sometimes messing with your internal clock causes depression. I am glad you are back though and still working and able to pull through it all. I must admit that you have amazed me:)
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