Sweet Zombie Cailleach, I'm tired!

[tinhuviel]

I'm home from work. It was my first night at Dollar General. I went in at 3 PM and, by 4 PM, I was working by myself as a cashier. After 5 PM, it was just me and the assistant manager, Steve, who was stocking shelves after the truck delivered three trillion products. So, yeah, I was truly by myself. I occasionally had to page Steve to the front but, for the most part, I let him be and I think he was happy about that, considering he was so busy. I've never been a cashier before, so this was a fun new experience. The number one lesson I've learnt so far: when you're a cashier, you can no longer run away from people you've successfully avoided in public in the past.

But I'm so tired. I've been wide open since 5:30 this morning, and working since 6, with only an hour break from 2 to 3 PM. I can barely blink my eyes. In fact, I'm having Aunt Tudi help me blink them, or just blink hers in my place.

While I perish of exhaustion, please enjoy this picture of me with my "big tricked out name tag."





Just for good measure, here's the latest picture of Riley-dog, doing a fine impersonation of Peter Lorre.





And one of a pretty green spider that Aunt Tudi killed with prejudice as soon as she got home from the hospital, murderous byotch that she is.





I first spotted the lovely creature in the shower and this poem sprung to mind:

Spider, spider, green as grass
Please don't bite my naked ass

Thank you, I'll be here all night, what there is left of it.

Comments

[zaecus.livejournal.com]

You might be interested in knowing that spider's kin have also been spotted (http://www.flickr.com/photos/dsnet/31711671/) in Los Angeles. Apparently, it's bicoastal.

Got it!

It's a Green Lynx Spider.

Uh... or it was.