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So, the back manager quit earlier this week. No warning. Just called in one day and quit. Turns out she's leaving her husband, who also works at the store. While I can appreciate that they didn't put us employees in an awkward situation, it also means that there's only three people working in the back (if I count myself). With another girl quitting a few weeks earlier (turned in her shirt one day, no warning), it means we're like two short in the back (which is consistently short people anyways).

The good news is, I am definitely going to be transferred to the back permanently. The bad news... Well, the past two days I haven't been home before midnight, and it doesn't look very good for the next three that I work this week. We'll be short-handed until we can get another few people hired for the back. Luckily, we're good with retail people for a while. What with all the people we hired when I was trying to get back there and not being put back there... grrr.

And, of course, something new and different is happening with my family. One, my aunt is terminal. All the medicines she's taking now is pretty much to make her last days/weeks/months/years? more comfortable. I don't know how much time she has left, but I do know it's not a whole lot.

And my nephew, my brother's son, had a seizure so severe his heart stopped. He's not even a year old yet. While it does mean he's definitely my brother's son, it also means he's inherited my brother's epilepsy. I can only hope his sixteen year old mother, and my brother, can handle having a special needs child. My mother was, for all her faults, an amazingly strong woman for having to put up with my brother they way she did. And I worry that my brother, or his soon-to-be-ex-wife won't be. I worry for my little nephew. I've never even got the chance to meet him yet (damn vehicles and their breaking down).

In better news, the truck's fixed. Again, this comes with worse-ish news. There was nothing they could do to a fan-thing connected to the water pump (connected to the radiator, I guess). Basically, when Whag wrecked the truck some time ago, this part was damaged, and is now going out. Unfortunately, the only way to fix it is to completely tear apart the water pump, which they are reluctant to do because the water pump is in excellent shape. And it would be too much money for us to spend at the moment. We have to let it run until that craps out. Don't know how long that'll take.

In even better news, I might be seeing my family soon. My uncle was talking about them coming up here to see me, since I can't go down their to see them (damn vehicles and their breaking down). I need to call them and set up a time for that.

And tomorrow, B's decided to drag me & C out for stock photos. That's when I'll catch up on all my other social-stuff I let slide this month with trying to play catch-up at work.

Seriously, guys. Never, EVER work at Kripsy Kreme. The past two days, I've worked nearly ten-and-a-half hours with one ten-minute break each day squeezed in so I could stuff my face with food. I had to steal a good work shirt, 'cause they don't give me new ones when I ask for it. Plus, I've had to beg for rides home, 'cause lately, I haven't been up to walking home in the heat after putting in ten hours at a strech. On my feet. And lifting heavy trays of donuts, empty trays stacked thirty-forty tall, and running around trying to get things done in time for the drivers to pick up their orders.

Murr... I'm so exhausted anymore...