Mmmmm, sleeeep.

I don’t think it’s normal to work 22 hours between Saturday and Sunday. There’s the 13 hours yesterday, and the 9 today. I was supposed to work 2 – close, but Mike called and asked if I could come in earlier. So I ended up working noon to close. (Remember, we close at 8 on sundays.) As I closed bakery tonight, I was well-aware of how I’d be there again at 7 AM tomorrow morning. In other words, if I don’t do something, it’ll bite me in the ass later. I felt a lot more comfortable closing bakery, even though I was there for a while. It didn’t feel like it. I just made sure everything was orderly. Though, Beth was a doll by fetching cream cheeses and otherwise helping me out. She says she hates doing line and misses when she was on register. And there was that pre-close rush of “Can I have a hot chocolate?” I love how Barbara just decides to throw all the line bread out twenty minutes before close. *laughs*

Why do people come and hang out at their place of work? I don’t get it. Drama, I just stear clear of those kinds of social alliances. The primary reason I’m friends with Cliff Church in the first place is because I met him at Erik’s birthday party two Junes ago.

For those still confused, my Cliff is Cliff Holland. Hey, would YOU give out last names in a public entry? My Cliff is the Wise Janitor at a ShopRite. He already hates his job. *laughs* You couldn’t pay me to clean up menstrual blood all day.

On that note, sleeeeeeeeeep. *yawns*