Alright, so I've worked a couple of days now. Long ass closing shift on Saturday night, and a shorter closing shift on Sunday. Things seem to be going well so far. Making decent tips, pretty happy with the people I work with. Here's my dumb fucking story from last night. We have these little lockers that we drop our money in when we get back from a delivery, you know, so we're not packing around several hundred dollars with us when some dirtbag jumps us or something. So anyway, right above my locker is this girl Katie's locker. And her locker is where my locker was at my old store in Ogden. All night I kept thinking, "Did I drop that money in the right locker? I didn't put it in hers did I?" I was fearing my natural habit of reaching for the locker in that space. Anyway, end of the night I'm checking out and I come up $20 short. I tell Ian I had this fear all night that I was sticking money in the wrong locker, so we flashlighted her locker and sure enough, there's a $20 in there. So now I've got to wait until I work with her on Wednesday to get my 20 back. I'm stupid. Other than that, though, things are going alright.

You can tell the differences between corporate and franchise stores. My old store was corporate, and it was nicer, in better condition. We had lots of hot bags and they all plugged in and stayed warm. This store has a few, and they are not hot. Things were a little more organized. We got $.75 a delivery instead of the $.65 we do here (of course the minimum wage is higher here, so that might be something, and overall that's a worthwhile tradeoff because I think it's about a buck thirty five higher), but the rules were also a little stricter as far as dress code goes and stuff. Some of the stuff in this store seems a little stupid, but I don't think I've been there long enough to tell them all the mistakes they're making, nor do I really care all that much, just as long as I'm still making tips. And it's interesting, I guess our delivery area up here is probably about the same size as it was in Ogden, but there's a whole lot more people packed into our area here of course, and yet we get less business. Like quite a bit less. I imagine that's because there's a lot more competition up here as well.

I'm also meeting a few people, so that's cool. One of the insiders, Amy, is an artist, so we yacked it up about art for a while. She also told me that I'm getting seriously ripped off for my apartment and that much cooler places can be found in the same price range. Everybody talks shit on my apartment building. Apparently it's notorious. I don't think it's as bad as everyone says it is really, although it probably used to be. It is kind of a dump though, and Jenn and I really do want to get out of it sometime in the not too terribly distant future. So Amy was telling me about places I should look and stuff when the time comes to move. And after work I went over to Ian the manager's house with Zach, one of the other drivers, and hung out for a bit and had a beer. I fucking hate beer, but I drank the damn thing anyway because I need friends up here! So that was cool. And I guess things are going alright, huh? It's good to be working again, that's for sure. Making rent this month is still going to be pretty tight, everything's going to be pretty tight for a while, but it's going to get better in not too horribly long I think.

Tonight another closing shift and I'm working pretty much every day this week at one of my jobs. Should be a good chance to make some decent money. No time to get depressed these days, and that feels really good. And next Sunday is Jenn and my one year anniversary of the day we met. Pretty fucking cool.