[305] is there anybody going to listen to my story all about the girl who came to stay?

As promised, the temperature has finally plummeted to our usual winter bullshit levels, so none of the vehicles people left here overnight (or longer!) are starting, and I am once again very grateful that I'm only the second lowest person in the service department totem pole, I do not envy the porters having to spend the horrible frigid days running back and forth out there, boosting cars and dealing with all this shit. I have my space heater and I have a granola bar, and all of my annoyances about stupid customers and salespeople and service advisors seem to fall away and feel real petty for a little while in the face of forty below.

There appears to be a new COMING SOON sign in the former location of our in-dealership sandwich shoppe, so that's exciting. Little things!

After really enjoying starting my days with some yoga so far this year, I have taken the drastic measure of waking up an hour earlier on a work day to keep up the habit. It's always seemed like such a non-starter of a solution to so many problems for me, but really, if I'm not getting enough sleep anyway, is three hours truly that much worse than four? Is that last hour really adding that much? And not hitting snooze right up until my hard out means I have more freedom to not have to drag myself out of bed in the middle of an REM cycle and want to die, so... idk, we'll see if I can keep it up. Felt good today, if nothing else!

( Album #305/1001: Beatles - Rubber Soul )