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So they're doing inventory this week at GameStop, which only occurs once a year and is a Very Big Deal. So Danny went in really early yesterday to get some preemptive work done, went home for a while and napped a bit, then went back in for a while to make sure some other stuff got done. Today is the actual inventory, so he didn't have to go in until five, but he'll have to stay until it's done, which could reasonably be three in the morning. Then tomorrow he has to be at some team meeting or something at 8:30 or so until one, then go in to work closing one-thirty to ten. And he closes Saturday. I told him it sucks... it'd be so much better if he at least opened Saturday, because then he might be able to leave early. But if he closes, he has to come in on time, and obviously he can't leave early because they need the AM there to close.
He said he might see if he can switch with the opener Saturday. For him it's not that he might get off early, it's just that he'll be able to come pick me up before eleven at night. Plus opening's usually a little easier. It was the same at Starbucks. Openers didn't have to worry about cleaning up like closers did. At GameStop, openers worry less about doing trade-ins and whatever else.
Danny likes it there, and I'm glad, because it's a great job for him. The hours are long though, especially for salaried workers. The usual work day is nine hours, sometimes more. Like at Starbucks the longest you'd be scheduled for was eight and a half hours, and that extra half hour was a lunch, so you were only actually working eight. A typical opening shift for Danny is nine to 6:30. Nine hours and a half-hour lunch. Haha. I mean, there's definitely worse, it's just... different. Starbucks seriously spoiled me in terms of policy.
Okay, so I've been tinking away at Eysuria with a little mental chisel, working stuff out. I know I keep talking about it. I've made good progress in concept and such. At some point I'll have to settle down and write, though, and that's been my weakness lately.
I got an email from Writers of the Future inviting me to the celebration for winners, but I don't know if I actually won anything yet. This was my first time entering, so for all I know all entrants get that invitation. Hopefully this means I'll get back notice one way or the other soon, though. I checked the mail all hopeful today, but nothing.
At first the email got my hopes all up, but then I reread the story I entered, and I'm back to healthy doubting. Especially after skimming some of the old winning stories. Thing is, I want to enter until I win, if I ever win. But I also want to submit to writing magazines, paying magazines, and if you get published you become ineligible for the contest. I don't know if one story in a magazine would be sufficient, but I think so. I'd have to reread the rules. I suppose I could just submit separate stories to each until one or the other happens.
Yep. And I can't wait to move out. To live in the dorms. I love my mom, but I'm ready to be on my own. Ugh. And the fact that Danny and I would be living together if we could only makes it worse. I love him so much. I'm really not sure whether my mom realizes how close we are.
He said he might see if he can switch with the opener Saturday. For him it's not that he might get off early, it's just that he'll be able to come pick me up before eleven at night. Plus opening's usually a little easier. It was the same at Starbucks. Openers didn't have to worry about cleaning up like closers did. At GameStop, openers worry less about doing trade-ins and whatever else.
Danny likes it there, and I'm glad, because it's a great job for him. The hours are long though, especially for salaried workers. The usual work day is nine hours, sometimes more. Like at Starbucks the longest you'd be scheduled for was eight and a half hours, and that extra half hour was a lunch, so you were only actually working eight. A typical opening shift for Danny is nine to 6:30. Nine hours and a half-hour lunch. Haha. I mean, there's definitely worse, it's just... different. Starbucks seriously spoiled me in terms of policy.
Okay, so I've been tinking away at Eysuria with a little mental chisel, working stuff out. I know I keep talking about it. I've made good progress in concept and such. At some point I'll have to settle down and write, though, and that's been my weakness lately.
I got an email from Writers of the Future inviting me to the celebration for winners, but I don't know if I actually won anything yet. This was my first time entering, so for all I know all entrants get that invitation. Hopefully this means I'll get back notice one way or the other soon, though. I checked the mail all hopeful today, but nothing.
At first the email got my hopes all up, but then I reread the story I entered, and I'm back to healthy doubting. Especially after skimming some of the old winning stories. Thing is, I want to enter until I win, if I ever win. But I also want to submit to writing magazines, paying magazines, and if you get published you become ineligible for the contest. I don't know if one story in a magazine would be sufficient, but I think so. I'd have to reread the rules. I suppose I could just submit separate stories to each until one or the other happens.
Yep. And I can't wait to move out. To live in the dorms. I love my mom, but I'm ready to be on my own. Ugh. And the fact that Danny and I would be living together if we could only makes it worse. I love him so much. I'm really not sure whether my mom realizes how close we are.