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And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

First the tea stuff, and then the personal rant type stuff.

The Jabberwocky is one of my favourite poems of all time; the other two it’s tied with being Chaos by G. Nolste Trinite and Invitation by Shel Silverstein. I’ve very heavily considered getting a string of words tattoed somewhere, like on a shoulder but I can never pick just one section so it’s likely not going to happen (since I don’t want the whole poem tattoed on myself). So, obviously, I was dying to try this tea. So thanks Marzipan for making that attainable.

Dry I honestly couldn’t smell much, but steeped up (in a timolino) this is so fantastical and complex and that’s why it’s perfect as a Jabberwock tea. Just like you can take many of the words in the poem to mean whatever you’d like, I can see how there are so many layers of flavours in just this one infusion that it can be interpreted so many ways. It’d take a multitude of cups to really come close to doing this one justice describing it, but I’ll definitely give it a stab – with the Vorpal blade-.

Overall, there was a sweetness to this tea, and it was very smooth. While there was easily a dozen flavours going on in here, the ones that stood out to me the most in ranging intensities were honey, wood, molasses, earth, and stonefruits like plums. There was also this kind of “rust” like flavour, but sweet rust – if rust is a thing that can be sweet. I wont bother to rate this yet because I’m sure I’m not even close to understanding it yet, but it’s definitely going back on my wishlist and something I’ll be looking to get more of.

And now the personal rant sort of stuff…

So yesterday I started work at 7AM; personally, that’s REALLY early for me but I set my ability like that and I was prepared to do my shift without complaint. As it happens, it was an eight and a half hour shift. So, a long one. And because buses don’t get to that area of the city as early as seven on Sundays, I walked. It’s a 40 minute walk, in the freezing cold. And that is to say that come 3:30 when I was supposed to be off, I was fucking tired.

There were eight of us who had started at 7AM and were supposed to be done at 3:30 – one for every till. I was on till #1 yesterday, one of the busiest tills (because it’s on an end), and the farthest one from Guest Services where people sign in and out. Come 3:30 I was just drained, and ready for the evening cashier to come and release me. But only five cashiers were scheduled for the evening, and they took off tills 4 to 8, leaving the people on tills 1 to 3 stranded with no relief. This is opening weekend; it was fucking busy, and like I said I was on one of the busiest tills so I had a huge line up. The evening supervisors had just forgotten we were there, and I definitely couldn’t have walked away and gone home without stranding all the people in my line, which is just a dick move.

At 3:45 I called a Supervisor to ask why we hadn’t been taken off. She said she’s go ask. At 4:00 a different supervisor came back and explained to us that no one was scheduled to take over, and asked if I was ok staying until 4:30, because she asked nicely I agreed to stay until 4:30. At 4:45 I called down a supervisor and asked, again, to go home. She said that “sure, you can go home but no one will be taking over your line so all these people will have to wait again”. She said it in front of the people. Holy Hell guilt tactics! So, I stayed – reluctantly and pissed off. At 5:00 she came back and told me to go home. I asked it someone was taking over my till. No. So, I left because I was ordered to, but everyone who was in my line had to go wait in another line including the people who already had their stuff on the belt.

I worked a ten hour shift yesterday, and I was so mad about it. Honestly, if they had been straight forward and asked me to stay late I likely would have said yes because of the overtime, but it’s the fact they just forgot I was there, and then assumed I’d be cool with staying late that pissed me off the most. And, it happened to three of us. Because they let me go at five I couldn’t catch a bus until 6:30 (Sunday bus hours), and I didn’t get home until 8PM, when I should have been home at 5PM. I was supposed to have the evening the rest/relax because I have to work both jobs all week…

Ugh.