My Job And The Study Of Other People

So, a few things are different at work these days. For one thing, I work with Erica, and I've got a whole lot to say about that. Two, I'm working different shifts than what I'm used to, because my manager pretty much let me pick my own schedule so I arranged it to work around my Wawa shifts, which are overnight. Three, without me on my regular shifts, um, apparently the lobby has been a disaster and desperate measures have had to have been taken, namely this dude Kevin, the daytime bartender, has been working my Friday and Saturday close shifts. He's worked there for, oh, eight years or something, and these shifts push him into overtime, so I'm sure he's making something like $25/hour to do this, otherwise I'm sure he wouldn't have agreed to it in the first place.

So this means that on Friday nights it's me, Kevin, Tara (the Terrible) and one other random person. Kimmy, my favoritest coworker ever, hasn't been working at all this spring because she's got some kind of school activity going on or something, and it's been really awful without her. But! It's Kevin to the rescue! Between me and Kevin, everything runs perfectly smooth. The fourth person usually gets sent home because they're unnecessary, and Tara The Terrible behaves perfectly when he's around. Friday nights have been sweet.

( I ramble on and on about work and watching how people act around each other )

I did mean to say something significant, I really did...