And that's it—for now. I've survived that freakish ten days of pain, the Alcopocalypse. Tomorrow I'm off. I celebrate with alcohol. (What else do I celebrate with?)

I kinda wish wine wasn't so disgusting, because to be honest, the wine slosh hits different than the beer slosh. Wine is usually higher percentage, so one small bottle's all you need to get tipsy. I dig that. It's too bad it tastes like chlorinated pool water. We have so many different discontinued kinds of wine that I would happily buy if wine wasn't actually vile, but it sadly is. I tried Franklin Hill's Sir Walter's Red tonight, Franklin Hill being a local vineyard. It was as close to tolerable as I've gotten, though I still would not buy it for fun. I followed it up with a Yuengling Hershey's porter that I like quite a lot.

I was genuinely impressed with the pre-Thanksgiving rush of customers we got. Not a single one that Wednesday was rude, and most of them perfectly understood, or were forgiving about, the liquor rules I have to enforce. It was a busy shift, don't get me wrong—I made just under $7,000 at my register alone, and the store itself grossed a cool six figures—but all was fine, all things considered.

Then came my two morning shifts. It's funny, because I was considering switching to mornings once I had the transportation set up, but having actually experienced two morning shifts? Yeah, nah. Not for this job. It takes about an hour, two tops to clean up that small corner of the store, and then four if you happen to have beer deliveries to do. Between 12 and 5, I had fuck all to do other than the register (and there weren't even many customers buying beer at 8AM, natch), and I was still in so much pain and so tired that I couldn't exactly go home and do anything I wanted to do. I just collapsed in bed and called it good.

So yeah, happy to be working nights again. They want me to work a Friday in the near future, but I'm just gonna ignore that bit because Fridays mean group calls and no way I'm missing Savannah telling dcb how to play Spyro for work. (In all seriousness, these guys have really come out of their shell since March, and I wouldn't trade 'em for the world. I've got a terrific Christmas gift for you all coming, possibly a few. Genuinely love you all to bits, even if I can't type right now for shit.)