The Power of No.

After working five days straight, with 31 hours over the past three days, why in the world did I agree to (learning how to) open tomorrow with Jenny? I will say, there’s no chance in hell I’m staying an extra hour. I swear, there’s this gap in the schedule where there’s maybe one cashier on from 3 – 4. It’s slow then, granted. But you need at least two if you want to also cover floor. The slow moments are generally when you get a couple orders for drinks, after all. Ugh, why must I be so responsible? *laughs*

Cliff says that when I was in college, I had too much free time and too many distractions. I didn’t need to get things done promptly. So I put them off, and by the time I realized time was short, I had given up.

I’m also going to open next Monday and Tuesday with Jenny, and then go solo on Wednesday. I believe Mike (and Steve) said they’d go 3-2-2 with Melissa, Jenny, and I. Though, I wonder whether Sam will get a day in there. I remember her telling me that she’s openned once or twice. Mike said openning isn’t hard, it’s just an adjustment to getting up so early. I have my alarm set for 4:30. Should be enough time to throw my clothes on, maybe brush my teeth, and be there by 5 AM. Panera opens at 6. Apparently, the openner comes in at 6 on Sundays. Those few people who can’t get service due to coffees not being out aren’t worth it, he claims.

Yadda yadda.

I’m going to bed (I pray). I have to be up in a little over six hours.

I’m easily going to break 90 hours over the past two weeks, by the end of this week. Goddamn, that’s going to be a nice paycheck.