Early Morning Saturday

So something about waking up at 5:58 on a Saturday is stretching things a little to thin, even for me, miss weekend manager. It could also be because I'm in the final three days of rehabilitation length work marathon that I just don't seem to care anymore - I'm simply going through the notions.

In three weeks time, I will only have three jobs, two of which are seasonal. My mind was made up yesterday. A wish list kept me going through the day and the fact that I owe it to Dee to quit the right way. After all, it's not because of her that I'm leaving, and I'm not even going to waste my breathe talking to her first, because it won't solve anything. She'll defend Kathie until she's blue in the face and not do anything about the situation because she hates conflict. Fine. But when her entire staff starts handing in letters or just quits on the spot, maybe it will be a wake-up call to her management style. But it's retail, and it's high turnover anyway. So it doesn't really matter - but Dee is losing her best worker and she'll miss me when I'm gone and things are rough at the store. So I might make a deeper impact than just the average joe. I make a dollar less an hour at the Joe, a job that also makes me miserable sometimes, but at least I have some fringe benefits - like watching hockey games for instance, this season, I get the East Coast Original Six teams. Be jealous, be very jealous.

Long day at the museum today. I have to open the building for the construction crew at 8 and have to stay until 6. During the summer, there will be a "senior staff" member there at 8am - but I still don't know my routine or anything about it. For an organization that is all about future planning, it's nice that my schedule is on a week-to-week basis. Ah well, I do know I'll be stationed at the Dossin for most of it - it's just a matter of money and keys. Who knows.

Time for me to get moving. Yahoo.