I slept pretty well (I woke up a few times but that's standard). I got up and started making the brownies I wanted to do last night. I got 3, six by four, pans out of it. There's something going on with my oven I haven't looked into that.
Ron didn't want me using the oven, ever, it has been so long maybe I just forgot how to turn it on? I don't know, it's very embarrassing to share that. But the toaster oven works fine and I even have a clean toothpick.
I think they'll be good, I got the store brand mix, the #1 ingredient is sugar. It has a nice cocoa smell too. I've written enough about cooking you probably realize I like to make my own additions and modifications to the recipe. The last time I made brownies (I would make them for Ron's Metrolift drivers), I'd add caramel chips and chocolate chips to the batter. That's what I did this time, 3/4 cup each.
Chocolate is a migraine trigger and the box had dire warnings about allergies so I couldn't eat it even if I wanted. I didn't look at the baking chips but I'm sure they're just as bad.
Biscuit didn't sleep with me last night, he hung out on the insulated tote bag. He loves that thing. My hands are itching. Allergy warning, indeed!
I have Benadryl if I need it but I need to get an epi-pen.
I think today will be crazy, but fun, all my favorite people, day and night, working together. They don't generally mix.
I think the store really dropped the ball this year. Last year they had free energy drinks (about equivalent to a can of Mountain Dew) in the breakroom on Black Friday. They got a lot of work out of us, doing that. I even mentioned it to a "coach" (high tier manager) this year and nothing. They lost a lot of productivity.
Smart management would have pizza and some kind of sugar for us in the breakroom today but I don't think they're going to consider it.
The rides should be pretty quiet. Yesterday there was some guy in a uniform making a big deal about letting the driver and I know he had to work Christmas and would the buses run? We kept telling him yes. I didn't feel sorry for him, he took the job. The driver has worked many holidays and so have I.
Spotty is yelling at me for breakfast. He just came in from outside.
My neighbor will likely have the big "Buena Noche" Christmas Eve party. I don't really care about that. Not like Ron did and he was one to talk, his family had very rowdy, drunken, parties back in the day. 2001 was pretty remarkable. Ron got so drunk he couldn't walk, his brother had to drag him up three flights of stairs, Ron's brother in law (a very nice man) passed out and they called 911, his nephew threw up on the new carpet.
Ron's brother was horrified I was just going to leave Ron at the base of the stairs, take his wallet and keys, cover him with a blanket. How was I going to get a 200+ pound man up three flights of stairs? (no elevator). I don't know how the brother did it actually.
One notable moment from the party, Ron was talking about death and he said it wasn't always a bad thing if someone was suffering. His mother didn't want to hear it, she was a devout Catholic and felt she had a lot of sins (Ron's brother looks nothing like the rest of the family, and my father in law told me one day he caught a man climbing out of the bedroom window when he came home early). Ron was pretty upset. He was crying on the back porch. I went out to sit with him. He told me I was the only one who understood him, who knew what he wanted, and to please always remember that. I hung onto that after the accident.
Ron basically lost big chunks of the couple years before his accident. Including that incident. He said it sounded like him but he didn't remember it, much of 2001-2003.
Anyway, it's Christmas Eve. Working retail. Riding the bus, and tomorrow I have a Bible Handout.
That's it for now!
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