Weight: 331.4 lbs
( 150.3 kg)
BMI: 42.5
Waist: 54.5 in (138.4 cm)
WtHr: 73.6%
Breakfast: Bacon and Eggs
Lunch: Basic Chili
Dinner: Cheeseburger Patties
Drinks:
Salted Coffee, Kroger Seltzer, Kroger Energy Shot, Unsweetened Tea
Sober Month 5
(Day 152)
Keto Week 1 (Day 7)
I didn't post
last night, I just didn't feel like it. I tired to explain why in
this post before going to bed, but brain just didn't want to comply.
It was almost like the Windows Shutdown Sound went off as soon as I
got home last night. A piece of good news, my feet have stopped
hurting. I was nervous about my left foot for a couple of days as it
was sore on the top outside. I guess that I just stepped wrong, but
it seems to have sorted itself out.
Forgot my
freaking notes again. I do remember that there were things that I
wanted to write about, but I can't remember them now.
I guess there was
a Tornado Warning last night around midnight. It wasn't a very
effective warning as nobody seemed to have been warned about it. All
day yesterday there were posts on Facebook that were like, “REPENT
REPENT THE END IS NEIGH THUNDERSTORMS COMING!!!” The Weather App
on my phone said 35% chance of rain. People were freaking out all day
because, “It'll be here at 1 pm!” “No wait, it's going to be
here 3:30!” “Surely it'll be here around 7:30?” It sprinkled
from time to time all day but that was all we got here in town. I
noticed that there was a bit of wind and thunder as I went to bed
last night. It wasn't much, just the great amount to fall asleep to.
I guess there was a small town to the southwest that got hit pretty
hard.Thankfully nobody was killed or seriously hurt. There were some really decent storms that came through this evening.
I ran Self
Checkout for several hours during the first half of the day. And it
went oddly smoothly. I had a great time running self checkout. That's
a sentence that I don't get to say very often. But it was like God
said, “Oh, you're in a good mood? No you're not” Just before
lunch, like literately as I was leaving. The guy who was going to let
me out was already there. A guy came up to me telling me that he got
a $100 money order and they charged him $200 for it. The receipt that
he had showed that he paid $1 in cash and then $100 with his debit
card. He insisted that he paid $100 in cash and then put in his debit
card to pay the $1 fee. I was at self checkout all day I had no idea
of what happened I could only see the receipt that said $100 debit
payment and a $1 payment. There was three other people screaming at
me while this guy was saying that he paid $100 in cash and $1 on his
debit card and they charged him $200 on his card. I was supposed to
be going to lunch, and other people were screaming my name. I felt
trapped and felt like I needed to run away. So I shouted I CANNOT
HELP YOU! I tried to run away, but one of the managers came out of
the office and confronted me on what was going on and we had to go
over the entire situation over again. That's when the customer
service lady told me to audit her drawer. She could have done that
herself. There was no reason that she couldn't have done that 10
minutes ago. There was no reason to involve me at all. And yeah, the
drawer was $100 long. And then I got called up to the managers Office
to explain why I got frustrated and yelled what I did. She rather
patronizingly told me if I can't keep my cool, I shouldn't be working
there. Didn't sound like a threat, but I don't know if I DO want to
work there any more. But that would be an emotional reaction that I cannot afford. I did have a guy tell me that he was surprised that I came back from lunch. I have bills, I can't afford to walk away.
Second half of the day went by really quickly and smoothly. There were times when it got really quite busy. But I felt like I kept up with it. I did have a lady complain to me about a mess in the ladies restroom. I sent a carryout to clean it up. I hate telling people to clean up restroom messes. Mostly because I hate cleaning them up myself. So I REALLY hate telling people to do things that I hate to do myself. The lady was freaking out about, "red stuff all over the floor! It looks like blood everywhere!" Since she mentioned blood being all over the floor I told the manager about it because there are Blood Borne Pathogen concerns that only managers seem to be trained to handle. And the way the lady was freaking out about the "red stuff all over the floor" it seemed like we were going to walk into a slaughterhouse. But when we got into the bathroom there was a reddish brown powder all over the floor. It looked like somebody had dropped their blush or some other kind of makeup. That was a relief because I really hate having tell the Carryouts to clean up human waste.
Roommate had some concerning news. Apparently his sofa surfing cousin got into an argument with his baby mama and is looking for a place to stay. Before Roommate even finished telling me about it I just said. "NO" Roommate told me that he might just tell him, "Yeah" He had just sprang that on me at lunch. His cousin wasn't there. I can't afford to pay for this kid to live here. How long is he going to be here? Is he going to be paying a third of the rent? I'm nice enough to cook dinner and do dishes for Roommate I'm already feeling like he's taking advantage of me. If his cousin does move in here I'll just cook my own dinners. I can't afford to pay for all three people, I am barely paying for the two of us. I've already been trying to think about how to transition to just cooking my own dinner. But now he's mentioning bringing in his cousin. He brought it up at lunch, but didn't say anything when I got home from work.
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