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Split Shift
Aug. 30th, 2008 01:43 pmI made a mistake this morning. I thought I was supposed to be at work at the bakery at 8 AM, but it turns out that I wasn't supposed to show until 12:30 and work until 8 PM tonight. Teresa, my boss at the bakery, was very happy to see me, though. The girl who worked last night ran into some problems and didn't get half of what she needed to do done before she left at 8 PM, so Teresa came into a serious mess when she arrived to make the doughnuts at 4 AM. She was so behind it wasn't funny and she's supposed to be back at the bakery at midnight tonight to take inventory. Needless to say, she was a panic attack on two achy feet. She asked if I'd be willing to stay and help her get caught up, leave at noon, then come back at 4 to close tonight. Of course, I didn't mind, so here I am trying to get my feet to stop throbbing so I can go out and mow the grass before I need to clean up my act and go back to Ingles at 4.
My moon has been particularly atrocious this month and I feel more like dying than I do pulling bread dough out of a freezer at the bakery, especially after mowing grass for an hour, but onward I trudge regardless. Something tells me that I'm going to keel over like a dead woman once I'm home to stay tonight.
My moon has been particularly atrocious this month and I feel more like dying than I do pulling bread dough out of a freezer at the bakery, especially after mowing grass for an hour, but onward I trudge regardless. Something tells me that I'm going to keel over like a dead woman once I'm home to stay tonight.
