I had an early morning start. Sometimes I really hate getting up in the morning. And today was one of those days. I think I whacked the snooze button at least 3 times then my alarm on my phone went off. I sluggishly rolled over, turned on the light and sat up in blinded confusion. Brrr. The rain was pounding down on the tin roof and I just sat huddled on my bed wrapped in my blanket, wishing that I could turn back time, just for a couple hours, so I could get some more sleep.
I finally hauled myself out of bed with just enough time to throw on my clothes, scarf down some granola, and scurry through the rain to my car and drive off to work.
For the first few hours of work things were really quiet. So I simply puttered around doing some cleaning and little bits of prep work. Yesterday was super slow and I had been sent home 4 hours early, so we were assuming today was going to turn out the same way. But then 11:30 rolled around and it was BUSY BUSY BUSY! oh man. I didn't get a break till after 2 o'clock. I was so tired, frustrated (because I was the only staff other than the owners - and they don't own enough dishes so there was a never-ending rush of us running back to the dish pit to wash what we needed... and there isn't enough counter space, or room between counters for 2 people to pass each other..... AND they always had about a BILLION jobs they wanted me to be doing at once, and I always chose the wrong one to do, and then they'd say to start a different task, and then change their minds... and good golly!!!!) so yes, I was frustrated.... and hungry. And even my little 10 minute break was interrupted and I got called back out to help.
When I was finally able to escape at the end of the day all I wanted to do was get home and crawl into bed. But my mom and an errand she wanted me to run, and then I realized I needed to get gas before I head out on my snowshoeing adventure up Mt. Washington tomorrow. So it was about an hour later that I got home. I had hoped that the guy I saw dancing in the rain at the bus stop right by my work would've have put me in a better mood by the time I got home.... but I arrived home and was still cranky. Darn.
It was 'bed time'... alas, sweet sleep eluded me. But a little bit of rest did me good. I made it down for supper in much higher spirits. After supper, a phone call (to almost completely confirm that my car will be sold by this weekend!) and a piece of cranberry apple pie that tasted like Christmas almost made me forget the madness of day.
And now I am sitting in my (messy) room procrastinating the cleaning that needs to be done before tomorrow when Chrissy comes to visit. But I am wrapped up in listening to Josh Groban right now (an artist that I forgot that I loved - until I bought his new CD last week)... its so peaceful to just sit and listen to amazing music. If I had a cup of tea in hand, and my room magically cleaned itself it would be absolutely perfect. Perhaps I'll put the music on hold, and get my work done... then make myself a cup of tea and peacefully await the car sale confirmation call. Yup... that sounds like a smart thing to do. ciao!
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