I'm supposed to be at work in about 45 minutes, yet I really don't feel like moving. I'm not even ready yet, either. It's gloomy out, so I guess I'm just in one of those moods where I don't feel like doing a damn thing. Well, I guess I shall be getting ready now. Time for work routine: drive the same way to work, park in the same choice of 3 spots, get my water and walk to the door. Walk in and say hi to the cashier, although I can give a rat's ass how her weekend was, walk to photo and say hi to the photo guy. Punch in the combo to the back area. Glance at the time clock. Notice I'm early as usual. Stare aimlessly at the 2-year-old notices on the bulletin board, and wait until 3 minutes before my shift begins to punch in. As I walk out the door, the manager will call my name, even though he knows I was out there for 10 minutes already and could have talked to me then instead of waiting until my right leg is on the sales floor. Asshole. Let the day begin...