This has got to stop. I must start getting up at 6am. Argh. We lost Roosterdo, a young male teller who insisted he needed to work the earliest possible schedule because he had an evening job. Unfortunately, he wasn't so reliable and called off a lot, which was disastrous for an opener, since he was putting the other opener in a bad position--no one should open alone, and it's almost impossible, anyway. So, long story short, he didn't work out and he's gone. So, suddenly, I'm opening *yawn* almost all the time.
It won't be forever, I know, but that's not the point: I need to light a bonfire under myself, or something. I am running again, but that doesn't excuse this staying-in-bed as-long-as-I-possibly-can behavior.
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Well. I could stop at any time. It could happen.