gah, i have no life outside of work!
The job is still going good! Despite all my unwavering skepticism, one really does get used to getting up at 5am. It's completely and utterly weird. But one does get used to it! I long for weekends like mad, and last night I went to bed at 8pm--8pm! Really!--but I must admit my dad wasn't lying.
He also told me that you really know you're used to it when you start waking up early even when you don't need to be up. I told him he was full of shit, and then promptly woke up at 6am on a Sunday and couldn't get back to sleep. Augh.
Life is, overall, very good. Except I possibly breathed in asbestos at work yesterday. Part of the ceiling caved in beside me! I got lucky--it landed on the girl across the counter from me.
None of the metal bits fell until everyone was well away, so she just got hit by a (probably asbestos-laced) ceiling tile. I'm not sure if she'd have rather had the metal bits... the look of asbestos-induced terror on her face was comical (although when I realized that I'd probably breathed that shit in, the look of horror on my face was probably pretty comical too), but at least she wasn't physically injured. There was just a whole lot of washing. With soap. Lots of soap. Hand soap, in the employee restroom! She got to go home early, too. I almost wished I got hit with asbestos tile.
If we're lucky, there wasn't any asbestos at all! Except there probably was. The same thing happened in the Men's department a year ago, and they had to get rid of tons of asbestos-covered clothes. That's really the point where they should have looked into getting a new building.
Asbestos or no asbestos, the giant hole in the ceiling is so awesome.
He also told me that you really know you're used to it when you start waking up early even when you don't need to be up. I told him he was full of shit, and then promptly woke up at 6am on a Sunday and couldn't get back to sleep. Augh.
Life is, overall, very good. Except I possibly breathed in asbestos at work yesterday. Part of the ceiling caved in beside me! I got lucky--it landed on the girl across the counter from me.
None of the metal bits fell until everyone was well away, so she just got hit by a (probably asbestos-laced) ceiling tile. I'm not sure if she'd have rather had the metal bits... the look of asbestos-induced terror on her face was comical (although when I realized that I'd probably breathed that shit in, the look of horror on my face was probably pretty comical too), but at least she wasn't physically injured. There was just a whole lot of washing. With soap. Lots of soap. Hand soap, in the employee restroom! She got to go home early, too. I almost wished I got hit with asbestos tile.
If we're lucky, there wasn't any asbestos at all! Except there probably was. The same thing happened in the Men's department a year ago, and they had to get rid of tons of asbestos-covered clothes. That's really the point where they should have looked into getting a new building.
Asbestos or no asbestos, the giant hole in the ceiling is so awesome.