A Long Day For Everyone

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Trash by Bob Schneider

Life - 

I hope this isn't the case for all of mankind, but man did it seem like most people I talked to had bad days yesterday. Mine wasn't anything remarkably bad, just a lot of stuff on top of each other. I had to get lobsters again, nothing new there, but my manager, who I suspect can't decide whether he likes me or feels like I was brought in because he's a bad manager and therefore hates me, decided he needed to ride along, to learn how to do it. I mostly think it was an excuse to get out of the store for a few hours... So that was three hours of awkward conversation in my boss's car, with him smoking and utterly disregarding the directions of his increasingly distraught GPS. Upon returning to the store, we found the health inspector, who was thrown for a loop by the lobsters and as a result, even more anal and picky than usual.

After she left, our assistant, who I knew was unhappy in the job, and frankly, not very good at it, announced that he was quitting.

Then our intrepid district manager walked in, intent on making sure our store was ready for the holiday weekend. I didn't get home until almost seven, twelve hours after I'd left the house that morning. Blah.

Lindsay didn't have a much better day, so we decided to kennel the pups and go out to dinner. We chose Pedro O'Hara's because they're awesome and the tables there are secluded and dark and comfortable. Then the night got better. I ordered a Celtic Cheesesteak. Which was the best thing I've ever eaten.

Ever.

We're talking a toasted roll, sauteed onions, peppers, mushrooms. Corned beef. Provolone and blue cheese crumbles. All grilled up until it's crispy and amazing. And served with some nicely seasoned steak fries. If I owned a restaurant, this would be the only thing I served.

So the night ended better than the day before it, with a pleasant walk along downtown Brunswick in the mild summer breeze and a full stomach.

Oh yeah, and as we were walking past a restaurant with outdoor dining, a car screeched to a halt in front of it, the door flew wide, a girl puked spectacularly, croaked a heartfelt "I'm sorry!" and roared off. So it wasn't just us that had a rough day.

I also shaved my head the other day, as part of a contest I had with my employees at work. Shockingly, I did not end up with a horribly creepy lumpy head.

 It's still very odd though.

Writing - 

Did a bit of work on my zombie novel and my post apocalyptic sixties crime novel.