As alluded to in yesterday’s post, I worked my ass off over the weekend. Well, figuratively speaking, anyway, since literally speaking my ass is still quite ample. As you can imagine, the turnover rate for employees at a minimum wage convenience store is pretty big, and we were once again left short handed. I filled in for a few of these empty shifts, while training a new employee who will now – hopefully! – begin to fill in the gaps herself.
I did this training all Sunday night and into Monday morning while battling a fairly horrendous snowstorm. We got about 14 inches during that 9 hour shift, and I spent most of it shoveling the walkways and gas pumps so customers wouldn’t slip and fall. And as I shoveled, to keep myself going, I imagined Alec Baldwin’s hoarse cry behind me:
“Always be shoveling. Always! be shoveling.”
Two days later I’m still sore in muscles I didn’t know I had. As predicted, the first-blush-of-romance-stage with winter has long since faded. I’m sick of snow. I’m sick of shoveling it and slipping on it and tramping through it to get my mail. Forget about waiting for spring. I’m chomping at the bit for it.