Belaboring the laborious.

I keep forgetting until I hit the door just how surreal working the holidays is in a store like this. There can be interminable hours of an uninhabited store grinding by with all the thrills of watching glaciers drag-race. There can also be unholy hordes of humanity clamoring for lube and dildos. Many times, it will be both. It’s oft hard to forecast just what to expect on any given holiday. I hesitate to ponder what sort of viscera would yield us such libidinous auguries.

And it’s shaping up to be one hell of a day regardless. Starting the day in the icy grip of adrenaline born of waking late to work and a simmering case of road rage getting there tends to slant one’s outlook not to mention day. But I think the crowning moment was when one of the generic rental movie cases described a beautifully graceful arch from my fingertips to hit the power-strip under the counter which supplies the entire POS area.

I count my blessings that there wasn’t a substantial queue of people to be rung up while I was working to get all the disrupted systems restored and nominal.

I’m almost craving some pitiful door-knob to wander in today to call down the pent up frustrations of the day upon. A handy sap whose behavior is like to sheathing themselves in copper and waving a steel pipe in the midst of a thunderstorm when I am testy as Zeus with blue-balls would be a right treat.