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Nov. 4th, 2008 04:54 pmHoly FUCK.
I wish I could somehow convey the words to explain how UTTERLY FUCKING BUSY we were today, but, no. I cannot. I can only tell you that when I came in at 7:15 this morning I was immediately put on bar and did not stop for three solid hours. 10-15 drinks constantly in the lineup, the line out the door for a good hour. By 3:30 we had given away 500 free coffees and ground about 30 pounds of coffee. I kind of want to die. Tomorrow WAS my day off, but I was recruited to work 7:30 to 1:30, sigh. More money, I guess, but I was really looking forward to sleeping in.
Next week, especially, is going to be shit. 12:30-8:00 on Sunday, open at 4:45 on Monday, open on Tuesday to 1:15, Wednesday I work 1:00-7:00 and then have to be back at the store 10:30-midnight for a mandatory meeting. And then, oh yeah. I have to be at work that morning at 4:45 to open. I was picked for opening after the meeting because my manager said "I would be the least grumpiest about it." And it's true. I'll do it. I won't like it, but I'll do it. I'm a fucking doormat.
So. I kind of just. Want to be unconscious right now, but that's not going to happen because I had caffiene, and, well! You know me and caffiene. I'm going to feel that ill-exhaustion tonight, I know it.
I love my caaaaat.
I wish I could somehow convey the words to explain how UTTERLY FUCKING BUSY we were today, but, no. I cannot. I can only tell you that when I came in at 7:15 this morning I was immediately put on bar and did not stop for three solid hours. 10-15 drinks constantly in the lineup, the line out the door for a good hour. By 3:30 we had given away 500 free coffees and ground about 30 pounds of coffee. I kind of want to die. Tomorrow WAS my day off, but I was recruited to work 7:30 to 1:30, sigh. More money, I guess, but I was really looking forward to sleeping in.
Next week, especially, is going to be shit. 12:30-8:00 on Sunday, open at 4:45 on Monday, open on Tuesday to 1:15, Wednesday I work 1:00-7:00 and then have to be back at the store 10:30-midnight for a mandatory meeting. And then, oh yeah. I have to be at work that morning at 4:45 to open. I was picked for opening after the meeting because my manager said "I would be the least grumpiest about it." And it's true. I'll do it. I won't like it, but I'll do it. I'm a fucking doormat.
So. I kind of just. Want to be unconscious right now, but that's not going to happen because I had caffiene, and, well! You know me and caffiene. I'm going to feel that ill-exhaustion tonight, I know it.
I love my caaaaat.
