It's a thrift store thing: if they let the employees buy all the good stuff, the customers wouldn't be getting first pick. Not sure if it's a real or perceived problem but at any rate, it's a job. A tough one too, not sure how the full-timers manage to keep it up every day. I guess I'm doing good though. For now.
I had to pull weeds all day today on my one "day off" under threat of an inspection on Monday and being charged for the slumlords to do it according to a letter I just got yesterday that says it's been an "ongoing battle" to get tenants to clear their weeds (what a crock, I clear mine every few weeks they just grow like mad) and then go around buying parts for my bird cages and scrub down my new filing cabinet in preparations for getting things together in the trailer. Tomorrow (actually today now considering it's 1am) it's back to the thrift store job where I will get ground down to a nub. The cold I had a week or more ago never went away and a few days ago seems to have been replaced by a brand new bug, so it's endless joy. With no days of "rest" I've been taking cold meds constantly to be work-ready and they seem to suppress the immune response along with the symptoms so colds last forever. After being a bum for a decade I'm getting a good reminder of what working all the time was like in the decades before.
On the upside thanks to being proletariat again I had a little extra cash to buy a couple of baby brother ponies on eBay this week, and finally a few minutes ago paid off a 74-pony deal that's been hanging around for a long time so, I'm in the ponies now Yay!! What's another day pretending to like hard work right? and then another day after that, and then a nice deep hole lined with ponies to be thrown into at the end of it all.
Well, thanks to anyone still reading my little thread here. Happy pony to you.