curl up with the cat

What a day. I had such a shit day at work. Everybody was bitchy, they were short help (as per usual) and I hurt my finger. The tip might be broken. Case of oil and scanner machine meet with my right middle finger in between them. Fun times. I bought a package of splints. Wearing one now. Oh yeah, and my supervisor disappeared for about a week. Apparently he's never coming back. They've got a guy coming in that apparently managed the front end before. They say he's a good guy so, I hope he's not a bastard and is as cool to me as Terry was.

The Shell station where Brad works was the scene of a crime tonight. Carjacking. He called from a pay phone while the police had the store shut down and told me all about what happened. I guess he didn't actually see what happened, just heard the gunshots and shit and then the guy whose car got jacked came in all panicked and he called the police for him. I guess once the po po was on the scene they put all the pieces together. It was an elaborate plan with, like, a diversion and everything. Carjacker got away with dude's Caravan.

So glad that place is bulletproof. I worry about him working down there. He came so close to being killed the night that guy went in there and put a fucking gun in his face. If it weren't for that burly dude he said is a regular that comes in almost every night, he'd probably be dead. I could have lost the love of my life and I probably wouldn't have known till the next day when the realization hit he hadn't come home. I don't even wanna think about it. He doesn't get paid enough to deal with that shit. At least his boss ordered him to lock the door as soon as he gets there from now on. I feel a lot better knowing my baby's gonna be protected behind bulletproof glass almost the whole time he's in that crime pit. *sigh* What a night as well. Indeed, for both of us.

fuck that shit. I'ma curl up with the cat now.
Bed time, bitches x