Hour four of seven solo today. I’ve answered three or four fairly basic questions. Other than that, I’ve read, surfed the Web, thought about going to the pharmacy for Robaxacet (these stools are killing my back), phoned and left a message for Lynn and texted my daughter. For those who haven’t guessed, I’m a little bored. Yep. I’m a little bored like Charles Manson is a little crazy.

Long story short (not that I don’t have the time, but hopefully you have better things to do), my boss has a week off, one coworker is out of town and the other has a project due for University. (Post Secondary summer school sucks too). Because of all this, I get the privilege of working alone from 2-9pm.

That’s right folks. Seven hours of peace, quiet, solitude and burgeoning psychosis. Not to mention a serious scarcity of bathroom breaks. In their defense, I am allowed to lock up and go as required so it’s not exactly a labour code thing. It’s just really inconvenient. I have to pull out one foldy gate and lock it down. Then I pull out the other foldy gate and lock that to the first one (remember to put up a sign before locking up otherwise go back in and write up a sign then lock up), after which I am free to sprint off down the mall. It really limits the spontaneity and if there is any sense of urgency (curse you yummy, delicious, awesome coffee/tea/etc!) then things get a bit more dramatic than I prefer.

I’m that stimulated right now. The biggest news I can think write about is my potential need to go to the restroom. That says it all about my day to this point.

BREAKING NEWS
My puppy just got a clean bill of health! To put my excitement in perspective, Chester is a large mixed breed who recently celebrated his fourteenth birthday. For a large dog, that’s getting up there. He’s also a cancer survivor who had a lump removed from his hip a couple of years ago. He’s grown some new lumps, but the doctor says he doesn’t think they’re cancerous, just fatty deposits (by coincidence, I saw my doctor for a lump a couple of years ago and was told it’s just a piece of hard fat). Other than a stiff elbow, he’s in great shape.

From being bored out of my mind, I’m now insanely happy. I have an awesome dog and I seriously doubt that a major lottery win could make me any happier than hearing news that good about my Chester puppy.

On that happy note, I’m going to wrap this up, send up a sincere “Thank you!” to the big Puppy Lover in the sky, and then start thinking about going home. That’s the other good news. Only an hour to go…… Then I come in to open…. Alone…. For three and a half hours. But for now, there’s only an hour to go.

Cheers, Winston