kirkwallhellmouth does night shift – Kirkwall Was Totally Built On a Hellmouth

This is time of night when any object that attempts to fall off a shelf gets mentally called “little fucker”, especially since I started at 11pm tonight instead of 10 or 10:30 @_@

Work radio just played “One Toke Over the Line.” I am amused.

Customers I Will Remember Because of Random-ish Things They Said to Me:

1. The “We’re trying to be wife-material but we don’t know how” girl and her friend the “SEE! YOU know wife-material” girl

2. The “We want to make some kick-ass tacos” guys

3. The “I could not do this; I’m barely awake enough to remember why I’m here. ::salutes:: Thank you for your service!” girl

4. The “Hey, buddy, where’s your V8s?” guy

Night Shift Thoughts:

1. Glitter should not be sold in containers without some kind of seal, else it will be Too Great a Temptation to some people and the will spill it Everywhere.

2. Garbanzo beans look nothing like black beans. Do not stock them on top of each other just because both cans are Low Sodium.

3. Second Shift Does Not Read Labels: An Epic Saga by Most Every Third Shift Employee or at Least the Ones in Grocery

4. The Candy Corn Does Not Go Here, and Neither Does That Other Thing: A Trilogy In the Works

Last night/this morning, my brain spontaneously decided that it was Talk Like A Pirate Time as I was working on the soup aisle.

Work radio station doing a “back to school” theme today.

It sounds suspiciously like Kidz Bop versions of songs.

My work schedule has been un-fubared, praise be. This will make the rest of my shift livable, because having that still hanging over me screwed with my anxiety and depression and all of the early part of tonight was Extreme Doom Feels.

asynca:

“People would be less mentally ill if they had a full-time job and felt Useful™!”

Lady, being seriously mentally ill is a full time job. You know how much effort it takes to not just lie in bed and stare at social media 24/7 when you’re super depressed? The fact someone actually got up, managed to have a shower and make themselves breakfast that consisted of more than just half-stale cereal is fucking great. Good on them, and stfu.

This. So much this.

I have a (part-time) job now, which, while it helps me feel useful and thus lessens that ONE particular issue with my anxiety and depression, does not at all mean that sometimes getting out of bed to go to work isn’t hard af or that I don’t sometimes feel utterly useless at times.

I’m not less mentally ill because I have a job that helps me feel Useful. I’m just a person with depression, anxiety, and a job which sometimes helps/sometimes Does Not Help At All with those two things.

And that’s not getting into the whole “most people with full-time, minimum wage jobs WILL very likely have stressors related to money”, which does not help mental illness at all.

The bad thing about getting scheduled to come in an hour later than normal is that is is likely to land me in somewhere that is Not Grocery.

In this case I have myself accidentally stocking makeup, which is not only an area I’ve never worked, it is an area I rarely ever even enter, as I don’t use makeup.

So I’m twice as out of my element.

Which means I work slower, because makeup labeling system is damn confusing, and thus the person working with me is annoyed because I am the Makeup Tortoise.

I want my grocery aisles back 😰