Hahaha, oh from that title I just know everyone must think some seriously messed up things happened. But not really. Super Big Bank always does background checks, with fingerprinting and everything before they even consider hiring you. So, I must, obviously, be a good clean upstanding young lady.
Shall we start with crack? Well, last week I took a trip with Big Poppa in the Big Rig down to the desert, just to take a step away from my chaotic, busy life (since I had most of a day off, and it was a Monday). Also, I really wanted to spend more time with him. (Old habits die hard, I guess, even when you grow up.) But on the Monday we drove back, my loving bosses (and I'm sure its not their fault) told me there was a mandatory meeting in Parker on Monday, and since I had a doctor's appointment in the afternoon, they scheduled me to go to the one in the evening, all the way in Parker. It was a teensy bit annoying, at first, btu then I was just glad to have it later in the day so I could leave. But Big Poppa and I drove all day to get me back in time for appointments and meetings, and weirdly enough, I was exhausted. But Doctor said I was healthy and sent me to the lab to pee in lots of cups, and have them steal lots of my blood. And seriously, why did they need that much pee? Haha I have never had to fill that many cups before, and to exact lines and everything. (Okay, that's probably too much information. Sorry.) But when they went to take my blood (I had never really had it drawn before, that I could remember. I usually get too dizzy from blood loss.) It freaked me out! I thought they only needed like, one tube, but they just kept pumping it out! Multiple tubes were filled to the brim. It really grossed me out. Then we went right over to where I had to go to my meeting, and I grabbed myself some chicken nuggets from the Mickey D's next door, because I was pretty sure I was gonna pass out if I didn't put food in my system. But at teller meeting, Big Man Upstairs (also known as the DM) bought us all Jimmy John's!! And I must tell you, my friends, Jimmy John's is like crack to me. Once you start eating Jimmy Johns, you JUST CAN"T STOP. You crave it all the time, and the very sound of the name makes your mouth water. And out in the boonies, Jimmy Johns does not exist. So I'm sitting there, at a big long conference table, deathly pale, and spaced out, staring at the sandwiches on the table, telling myself to not touch it. Because then, I will be the deathly pale girl, staring awkwardly, and stuffing her face full of sandwiches. (But for the record, I ate exactly one, because someone put a plate down in front of me...) And I am still craving more. Almost two weeks later. Curse you, Jimmy John's and your crack-filled mayonnaise!!
Caffeine occurred this past Monday. Which, as you all know, was President's day here in the good ol' US of A. Super Big Bank trades off between President's Day and Martin Luther King Day in being closed. So, we were open this year on President's day. But guess who was not so privy to that key information? The public! So needless to say, the entire day was very, very slow. And i can say that, because I was there almost the entire time. We open at 9 in the morning and close at 7 at night. And what was my shift? 9:30 to 7:15. Yay for me. And we had almost all of our tellers there. So I really feel like I did absolutely nothing all day. But I was soooooooooo TIRED!!! I literally was fighting off the urge to sleep at my window the entire day. So, I finally begged Canadian Queso (yes, I just named my boss that...) to let me go get a drink to keep myself awake really quickly. She said yes, as long as I brought her a donut. So I scurried away, and came back laden down with a Rehab Monster (also known as lemonade energy drink) and lemon-filled donuts. I chugged down only a fourth of my bottle, and sat down, ready to stay awake. And I was awake. So awake. So awake that my eye started twitching and I couldn't sit still. Hahaha I must have looked really messed up, since before I could barely keep my eyes open. But then, Coffee Man brought us more cake-pops and I was happy. The end. :)
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