A Memorial Monday.

So, I actually arose from bed early enough to write in my journal, and it felt great! Unfortunately, the day went downhill from there. Minutes after I was done I received a phone call. My phone does not ring at 5 am, so I knew it wasn't good. Thank gods it was only Jason (my partner at work, or as I like to call him; my work husband) telling me he was sick and not coming in. Okay. Guess I'd rather know as soon as possible. The dilemma: I cannot enter the work place alone. It is corporate rules. They like to say it's for safety, but really it's because they don't want me stealing anything. SO, now I have to wake up Boss Maria and find out if anyone else was scheduled in at the same time Jason and I were. I don't have online access to anyone else’s schedule, so I have no way of knowing this. Thank god the answer was yes. Unfortunately, by the time I was done with the calls and getting dressed for work, I didn't have time for breakfast. So, hungry Silly gets behind the wheel of the car and drives an hour, thankful no one else is on the road due to holiday-ness. I end up having time to swing thru Burger Thing (which I hate but it's the only 24 hour drive thru close to work) and pick up a yummy sausage biscuit meal deal. Oh, but they are out of tater tots, so am I okay with fries? Well...I guess. Oh, and we are not only going to give you burned tasting coffee, but the completely wrong order, too. However, you won't know this cuz you need to be somewhere fast, and don't have time to check the order until you get far, far away and cannot do anything about it. Oh, but here's some extra sugar and creamer for the burned coffee, though. We find that helps with the whole burnt flavor thing.Ugh.I get to work to find some uncaring truck driver has blocked all the safe employee parking spaces with his big fat rig, so I have to park my car in the criminal zone. Break-ins have occurred here. I don't like my little Kiwi parked there. Not much I can do about it, though. I have managed to arrive at work just in time to let the people in with enough time to get to the time clock. Oh, wait. I left my keys at home in my other jacket. Crap! Now I have to call poor Kay, get her out of bed to come down and let us in. She has to give me her key to the store before heading back home because the spare set we keep in the office doesn't actually work on any of the building's outter wall doors, including the one to the compactor. Great. I can, however, get into the office and cash office, so if I wanted to steal some money or a really crappy computer, I could. I just couldn't get OUT of the building with it. Whatever.There are no work lists left for me, giving me or my team any direction, and all of the freight that we didn't get put out from last Wednesdays truck is still in the back, waiting. Funny how getting it out in one day never seems to work like it's supposed to according to the brains at corporate headquaters in Area 51. Anyhow.. we start in on that. After we open, I spend the rest of the day answering questions, helping customers and battling tears because I am helpless without my keys and getting nowhere with the freight. I am also getting angry because I am tired of the truck crew not busting a move and getting it done the day it comes in. Oh, and I am feeling postal because of all the days of missed meds I have had lately. Oh, and the boyfriend break up. And stress dreams. Did I mention those? No? My bad. Sorry.Enter lunch. Yummy lunch. Forgot the silverware. I search for stray plastic utensils everywhere. Nothing. Thus, lunch with fingers. Makes it hard to escape into Sudoku for half an hour when you have lunch fingers.Enter rest of day. Crazy. That sums it up. People with 3-day weekends love to shop at Michaels. For three days, apparently. Heard lots of "I was here yesterday, and you still had---" Really? Would you like a job application? I mean, if you are here that much anyways, might as well put ya ta werk. Seriously.
Needless to say, I had the opportunity to stay extra hours because Jason was never replaced. No one would come in on Memorial Day. Go figure. Did I pick up extra hours? No WAY! I flew out of there as fast as my tired little feet would carry me (which is pretty darn fast when properly motivated) and pointed Kiwi for the homestead. I plowed thru my list of 'have tos', laced it with a few episodes of 'Bones' and a huuuuuge plate of nachos. Now I shall snuggle with pug in my bed and hope tomorrow is, um, better.Oh, and I did put my work keys into the correct jacket, just so ya know.