Thurs, June 9
... Just to be with you
How was my day, you say? Glad you asked. Let me give you the rundown, in numbers.
- Hours I was scheduled to work: Eight
- Hours I actually worked: Twelve
- Time I spent actually sitting down today (excluding driving time): Approxmately 45 minutes
- Number of times the back room flooded and I had to mop it and rescue everything that was on the floor: Two
- Number of police detectives that came to question me about a robbery that happened at Pizza Hut two nights ago that I may or may not have seen anything related to: One
- Number of coffees I drank today: Three
- Number of coffees I convinced my mom to get for me at Starbucks: One
- Number of coffees Craig brought me because I took his shift at the last minute: One
- Number of coffees I actually bought for myself: One
- Number of times my feet slid out from under me on the wet floor and I fell flat on my back: One
- Number of body parts that hurt from said fall: Countless
- Number of people who could potentially have covered the shift that I covered tonight: One. Me.
- Number of work hours this week is shaping up to be: Close to 60
- Number of days until Blair is back at work and I can stop feeling responsible for everything and everyone in the building: Ten
I tend to be a shower girl, not a bath girl, but tonight I'm tempted to see if I have any bubble bath anywhere in the house and take a long bath with a good book. It's just been that kind of a day. Then again, it may be better to just crawl into bed and sleep for as long as humanly possible. No, not as long as humanly possible... as long as my alarm will let me sleep. There's a big difference.
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posted at 10:47 p.m.