Busy, chaotic, hectic, rewarding, fun. Long. You know, it's Monday.
5:05 a.m. Alarm goes off. Snooze.
5:15 a.m. Procrastinate getting up by checking some emails, replying to some texts, catching up on Facebook. A few last cuddles from Sassy and Jasmine and a huge good morning hug to James...
5:20 a.m. ...and I am out of bed. I set out my clothes and attached my tzit tzits the night before. I turn on Pandora. I brush out my hair (that is getting so long!! :)) and change my clothes.
5:30 a.m. James has made it into the bathroom for his morning cigarette. I'm brushing my teeth when Matt, our maintenance guy texts me to ask when I get to work. I swype "twenty minutes" while I'm slipping on my shoes, overlooking my nametag (thanks, Matt) while I'm collecting my car keys, purse, and water supply (fluoride causes microscopic holes in your brain)...
5:35 a.m. I'm pressing time while I make my final sweep of the house, seeing that everything is well, I'm not forgetting anything...love ya mom, bye kitty kitties, kiss my beloved goodbye. I lose a moment in my spider-resistant hesitation, then immediately rush past a mammoth web to my car while making a mental note to research how to keep spiders off the porch.
5:59 a.m. I swing into the parking lot and immediately assess: the store stood up well for a busy weekend; moderate morning crowd, mainly regulars, ya know it's Monday. Pick up some plastic by my car and a lottery ticket off the sidewalk, Ornery and I have our regular rushed morning exchange by the newspaper stand and I hold the door open for I-wonder-where-his-wife-went-but-scared-to-ask.
6:01 a.m. Lots of "good mornings" as I rush through, start a pot of coffee, Stephanie's in a good mood and the hotbox looks great. I click "clock-in." I proceed to check my email and read a few notes left from the weekend.
6:20 a.m. My easy reports are printed/ sorted/scanned/pulled, Everything but deposit and charge slips are done and I'm updating pricebook, off to fix the carwash.
8:01 a.m. Matt has to come fix the carwash. I address the notes from the weekend, answer any of Stephanie's questions (they come today, he comes tomorrow, the supplier quit carrying it...) Christi's clocked in starting bone-in. Lottery is counted, my Monday emails are taken care of, paperwork is fully submitted, a bunch of numbers are fully reviewed, my desk is neat and filed, I zoom through a shift change and am pushing Stephanie towards the clock.
12 p.m. Deposit is at the bank, stocked for change for the week. Everyone (Matt, Christi, Bank, Moi) got donuts for breakfast (thanks, Shipley's), carwash is fixed (thanks Matt), store has had a once over and is fronted and faced, hotbox is full (thanks Christi), cigarettes are counted, and Monster, Coke, Frito Lay, and Coleman have all been checked in, reviewed, revised, and submitted. I scarf down some barbecue chicken (thanks, Christi) for lunch and proceed...
3 p.m. Deli is counted, fountain is counted, invoices are all submitted, trash is done, ice is done, kitchen is in progress, store has had a second once-over (twice-over?), an interviewee is waiting on me at the tables and I'm zooming through my second shift change.
3:15 p.m. Sit down, Hi, my name is Shannon...and Harrison (big truck) pulls in...
7:55 p.m. After surprising my mom and beloved with donuts, I finish blogging, visiting, and procrastinating, turn on Pandora, and start to cook dinner.
I survived another Monday. :))
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