Taking a turn.

What once was gold has faded to gray.
What once was exciting has become a burden on my back.

I am almost positive it is wrong to post things of this nature of my blog, But, welp, here goes. . .

I came into work and Co-worker X (we will call her) was hiding by the outside door (I have told many of you this story, it still blows my mind) and she said to me "is there a car at the light?" I look out and said "yeah, a silver one, it is turning left" . . she looked at me all sneaky like "ok" I look at her confused "that's my husband, and I want to run across the street to Check City and I don't want him to see me."
It is better at this point to smile, knod and not become involved "oh, ok" I said and walked into work.

There is a healthy marriage for ya. . . .shoot.

Well, Coworker X was caught steeling money from a customers credit card two days ago and she has now been suspended. . . . . I was there when the entire thing went down, trying my best to mind my own business. The funny part about it is Coworker X knew she was in trouble, and was told to wait in a room until both the managers had time to sit and talk to her. While she waited she decided to do leg lifts to get in a little extra work out. . . Crazy people! X, you are 35! just sit there quietly like an adult and think about what you did! This is not a time to exercise!
 And guess who picked up her extra shifts?


Coworker Z is a real treat too. I have caught her taking shots at the bar when she thought no one was looking. Z has been caught drinking on the job multiple times and today called in sick. Guess who had to stay late and do her side work?

Coworker Q is just interesting. He grew up in St George Utah yet has developed a very thick, very crazy English accent. . granted he did live in Europe for 3 years. . but really? REALLY? He has long-ish hair that he pulls back in a sad little pony tail, and he is in the middle of writing a book. . So every time he has three seconds he is there with his lap top open typing away about who knows what. . . eye, yahe yahe!

Work has been crazy. And not in a good way, this is only a small glimpse at the madness that goes on behind close doors. . and I feel like my life is consumed in work. Granted this is what I wanted, and I love a good days work. . but the money has been what was planed on.

10am to 10pm, and my feet are sore and I feel like I'm getting walked on because I'm nice.
I put on a smile and pick up shifts, I do extra cleaning to avoid a panic attack from the manager.

When I get home my family gets the worst of it. I flop down and rant and rave about all the idiots, and tell my mom how much my feet hurt.

Today I woke up to go to work and my Mother had bought me some gel inserts for my poor feet.
They sat there with a little love note next to them I got all choked up thinking how my day was going to be brighter because my mom is awesome.

How can I go on like this!?
On the bright side- I am learning how to make sushi so get excited.
AND they just hired a big black man, so that could add a new spin on things. We'll see.