Fatty boom-baa in Stuff

My bum cheek has stopped hurting, lol, thankfully! I feel like I may have had something I didn’t know about. Just a feeling I have. Like, I feel a lot better. It could just be the effects of the treatment medication still in my system, but I just feel different somehow. Like something’s cleared up, maybe. It’s hard to describe. I guess all will be confirmed next Wednesday.

So we get a pallet of the most popular baby formula in on the load at work today, and whoever the price-gods are decided to increase the price by $5 a can. I’m sure now that’s occurred, we won’t sell any HA! It tends to sell better in the mornings (Asians seem to love shopping in the morning more I’ve noticed lol) so I’ll see how it goes tomorrow at work and if it doesn’t, I’ll change the capacity back down. Ergh, why did they have to increase the price so much? Company noticed the demand and got greedy, I suppose.
We haven’t had music playing at work for the past three weeks and today it’s finally working again. My work used the Pandora platform, and Pandora went out of business. I guess they finally found somewhere else to host the playlist, or however it works. Unfortunately, I wish they’d kept the music off, because it’s been mostly Christmas music playing! I can only think that they must be going down the ‘Christmas In July’ path. Luckily there’s only a few more days of July left. I already have to put up with that crap every December!

Peter wanted to hang out again tonight, but I was in a foul of a mood after work today. I was completely over it. The last thing I wanted was to deal with any more people and I just needed me-time. So I’ve done that and calmed down a bit. It wasn’t an overly-bad shift or anything, I was just really over it. And I have another early-start tomorrow for my Sunday shift as my manager is away again. Go team. I hope it goes as fast as today did. I can’t even believe how fast my work-shifts seem to be going lately. Not a bad thing at all. Gonna try to hit the gym before work again tomorrow. I’ve missed going early and getting it out of the way. Scared myself again on the scales today. 98.2kg. Where the fuck did THAT come from? I’m like a bag-and-a-half of apples from my work away from hitting three figures. Farrrrrrrk.
And I’m a bit scared of hitting the treadmill due to my toenail issue, even though it’s prob totally safe. So I might stick to the cross-fit machine to take the pressure off my feet having to be impacted by 100kg over and over. My god. Remember my mid-20’s where I could eat anything I wanted and I struggled to get over 70kg? Mind you, I did look like a rake back then. It’s like my fat-cells have had an emergency meeting and decided they needed to rapidly improve productivity! Settle down guys!