We work next to the sunglasses stand :p
It is so slow in the mornings, but it makes for a nice gentle way to not die when I’m the only person working. My helper this morning called in sick and how could I ask her to come? I’m probably the one that infected her.
UPDATE: She’s definitely the one who infected me.
I am not feeling well. I asked one of my girls to cover for me tonight so I could go home half an hour early and she said “As long as I don’t have to open, too.”
Nope. That’s what I have to do. Open – 8.30. Close – 10.30. Sick? Yes.
Bull shit? Probably.
Oh well. At least I can pay my bills. It’s nice to have money. It’s nice, but really painful when you feel like your stomach is about to explode.
I want soup for dinner.
To regroup: Santa and I are badasses.