Last few days:
Thursday AM: Sleep 4 hours. Get up. Ski waist deep pow.
Thursday PM: Hear rumor the pass will close for avy, so I drive back. Third to last car to make it before the cop closes the highway. Work at the store for 8 hours, roof of store starts leaking, damage control all night.
Friday AM: 5 hours of sleep, get up, go skiing. Lock myself out of my apartment with all my ski gear. David (bless his soul) drives instead, lends me some gear. Build a BC booter (3 actually) and have fun. We bail early so I can get back to work in time.
Friday PM: Late to work cause my landlords are late with the spare keys. Get to hear one psycho co-worker bitch about his relationship with another co-worker and how shes not talking to him anymore. This is where it gets good. Apparently, the guy goes back and 'play humps' (the night at the roxbury thing) the dude who's working produce, who has really just had enough of the high school like drama raging around the store. Produce guy tells him to fuck off and stop it, unstable dude just says he was joking, to which he gets the reply "At least I have something to hump." This is kinda the final straw I guess. Psycho dude starts kicking shit around and cutting up the produce with a knife as a 'threat'. Escalates. I get to break up a fight between employees in the front of the store when we're slammed with customers.
Rest of the night is kinda uneventful, went over to a buddies house (such a sick house, art everywhere, cozy and crazy) and smoked and just kinda unwound. Still woke up at 9 despite being really fucking tired, and I cant go back to sleep.