While I’m fighting traffic to get down to Maryland’s capital, I thought you might find these tips helpful in case the aliens choose now to invade. Since I will be stuck in gridlock, I’m just going to commit hari-kari*.

I’m fond of the Starship Troopers‘ method.

*however the fuck its spelled

‘The End is Nigh’? Who says that anymore? Seriously?

Battlestar Galactica, the best show currently on TV, is fast approaching its end.

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The “Daily” is a piece of paper which is used by management to track the Indy’s sales over the course of the day. It accounts for coupons, deposits, lunch sales, evening sales, till-checks, as well as a time-sheet for all employees, and a check out reports for the drivers: a line with our names on it which includes when we arrived, when we left, how many runs we took, how much money our runs came out to, and how much mileage we’ve earned. Underneath my name on the Daily last night was a note from Gary: Snay, Your Availability Sucks. - Love, Gary.

A similar note was on the request sheet pinned to the bulletin board in the back.

Fortunately for me, Gary didn’t leave until slightly after I’d shown up yesterday, and took the opportunity to rip into me. With school over, he’s been expecting me to ramp up my working hours. And, to be fair, I have: although, primarily at the Franchise. In addition, for some reason, my June Saturdays have rapidly filled up with fun plans almost every week, so one of my usually steadfast shifts (5-Close) has suddenly been marked with a big X.

It’s like this, I explained to him (or tried to): after, what, nine months of going to school full-time and working full-time, hell, I need some “relaxation” time. Plus, I’ve got a new full-time job: job hunting! Bless Gary’s heart, “You can have a full time job here!” The guy can sometimes be a real dickhead, but he’s also got a great sense of humor.

For the record, here’s my work schedule for a typical week:

Monday 11a-10p (Franchise)
Tuesday 5-10 (Indy)
Wednesday 11a-10p (Franchise)
Thursday 4:30-10p (Franchise)
Friday 11a-3p (Indy)
Saturday 11a-4p (Franchise) 5p-11p (Indy)
Sunday 11a-4p (Franchise) 4p-9p (Indy)

By my count, that’s just a few hours shy of sixty (granted, only twenty of that at the Indy) . While I understand Gary’s frustration — people quitting; moving away; going to musical festivals, getting coked out of their gords and calling in to explain they can’t drive back for at least a week — he needs to understand that holy shit, man, it’s summer and I’m gonna get freaky! (Well, at least, that reserved sort of sweaty-hug freaky I do).

I know he’s got a lot on his plate. So do I. And, frankly, Gary’s going to have to get used to not having me on the schedule — the time is rapidly approaching when I won’t be.

(And I’m not the only recent college graduate at the Indy: manager James graduated from Baltimore International College and is job hunting too).

Meanwhile, I’m enjoying my free time (because only working sixty hours a week gives me a lot of it). Tonight I’m off to Annapolis to visit some friends I haven’t seen in years. Last time I went, I saw Richard Nixon.