Let’s not make a habit out of this.

Openned by myself this morning. Woke up at 4:40. Rolled in Panera around 5:05. Steve shows up ten minutes later. Jenny told me last week that if I finished everything by 7 AM, I was in good shape. I had to rearrange the dishes because whoever closed last night was incompetent. Put up the pastries. Bagels. By the time I sliced the bread, It was 7:20. Thankfully, Susan was in by then. She’s good help.

By 10 AM, I was tired. I took a break and realized I had been there five hours. “Wow, that went FAST.”

Steve continues to flatter me. I’ve been working there just over a month and he’s already talking about me becoming a trainer down the road. ..*laughs*

The coffee exploded twice on me today. First because a bean got caught. Second time because the tap was open. I knew I should have reflexively washed it. If I just do everything myself, I don’t screw up.

By noon, I was exhausted. I’m simply not a morning person. I was less tired when I worked 10 AM to close that one day.

I was so tired that I had a shot of espresso. It tasted like beer, to me. One of the most bitter things I’ve ever had. I took Susan’s advice and added hot milk. You know, the basis of a latte. Strange as it sounds, the milk made it taste WORSE. I can drink espresso like I do cough medicine. Just down it and absorb how horrible it tastes.

Steve let me go home a half hour early. He noticed I was tired, and he otherwise wants to shave my hours so I don’t go over forty again. We had enough people, and seriously, I was BEAT. Besides, half the time, the opener leaves at 1:30, anyway. No biggie.

I came home and drew myself a bath. Unfortunately, I think my sister took a shower sometime this morning. As such, the water wasn’t hot enough. Ugh. I enjoyed it as much as I could, anyway. Sipped the Jones Peach that I swiped. Let my ears fall underwater while Underworld boomed.

After drying off and putting clothes on, I napped. I woke up maybe an hour later. And yeah um, boring stuff. I watched Simpsons with my sister. She got groceries. I didn’t request anything, but she was thoughtful enough to get me some chimichangas. Noting it had been a good 8 hours since I last ate, I popped two in the small oven.

I’m relaxed. ….I’m more awake, now that the sun is down. As always. Still, I’m glad to work mornings. Frees up my evenings. Plus most of the people that work nights are incompetent. I’ve been falling asleep better, but I still need to GOTO bed at a time that allots me six hours.