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Thursday Might Be Too Soon

Just thinking about August and such. As far as work is concerned, I have the 10th through 17th off. Melissa actually told me that she was completely fine with the request not once but twice (not counting the first time I asked), and also said that I could just let her know if I needed more than a week, which is kind of nice. Apparently she understands that I worry about asking for additional time off after using up however much we're allotted for vacations, and doesn't mind giving extra beyond that. The only problem with having an answer from her is that I tried telling Dan as soon as I saw him online after getting home, and he didn't respond, making me think he didn't see the message, so I just sent him an email to say the same thing. As for the title of this entry now, it has to do with getting a train ticket. Even though I got confirmation yesterday that we'll be getting our vacation pay this coming week, I don't think I'll be able to go to Via Rail right then. According to Manoah we're supposed to be getting GST checks as well, but mine, if anything, will be cashed, and $80 of it given to Mom for groceries (assuming the check is for at least eighty dollars) so I don't have to worry about that in two weeks. It's really quite a big mess, which is why I don't want to get into details, but suffice it to say I'd rather put my vacation pay in savings for a rainy day, so to speak (I never needed funds from that account to go to Toronto before, so I'd like that to remain the same for August), which will then leave me with either $80 or $160, depending on when Manoah pays me back for the $80 he borrowed last night.

I was actually thinking about these things on the way home last night and was getting kind of overwhelmed about them, but then I remembered something: Adam still owes me $100 for the new monitor, keyboard, and mouse, which is money that I spent from my checking account, not savings, so whenever he gets his second pay (all I want from the first is money for the internet), maybe I'll be a little better off. The first thing I need to ask about though is when he gets paid, not to keep tabs on him, but so I know when I can expect to be paid back. Hopefully this coming week, but I won't find out until I leave for work. I think I might do that about half an hour early tonight too, because I want to get some pepperoni sticks from Food Basics. Just a nice, easy snack to have after work, which will probably be a long, and dare I say tiring shift tonight. George, Cassidy, and I are closing. George has quite vocally expressed his dislike for being scheduled to close with her, and has made it known to everybody within earshot at least twice that he will not touch her dishes, so she has whatever she doesn't get caught up before closing to do at the end of the night. I think he'd be pretty immature to actually go through with that, but there's no way to find out until I get to work. Not to mention that he's essentially been complaining about having to close with somebody who he doesn't like working with, and yet aside from a supper shift coming up on the Sunday of next week, I close with Mary from tomorrow until Saturday, and then Gabby on Monday, having only Tuesday and Thursday off in between. Part of me wants to say that's fair trade for having been given three days off in a row this past week, and yes, there's marginally less friction between those two managers and I than there used to be, but I don't like it any more than he does, yet you don't see me gloating about how I'm not going to wash any of the dishes before closing so there will be a whole bunch to do at the end of the night. No.

Speaking of George though, apparently after going to such work to make a cookie pizza on Tuesday night and bring it up to them, both he and James forgot their for-later pieces in the walk-in. At first I didn't understand what Melissa was saying about George having forgotten, and being angry when he came in the next day to find out that they'd eaten all of "it", but apparently when the openers came in on Wednesday, they saw the pizza, and instead of leaving it there or throwing it away, as would have been done with pretty much all other food, they ate it, and George was upset when he found that out. Yeah. That reminds me that I need to write out this cookie bars recipe for his mom though, so I'll do that right now, and then go see if Adam is downstairs~

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