Started to Doze Off

I fell asleep at work. It was funny, actually. Bonnie had to go up to the bathroom and while she was gone I watched the back door. So I leaned against the receiving desk, all comfortable. No one was around, which normally when I'm tired and people are around my eyes track their movement just cause, well, movement... it's eye-attracting. But with no one around my mind started to wander and grow fuzzy. Suddenly I came back to awareness and found I had started to lean to one side and I blinked around and asked myself if I'd fallen asleep, and I deduced I must have. At least for a split second before I started to fall over.

Bret got mad about the yogurts again so I had to explain to him the issue. He understood and said I'd better not over order cause we don't want a lot of shrink. *sigh*

I also had to explain to him why I wanted to put the turkey butter on sale. Well, with 34 on hand and having sold 14 in the last month and this being the day before Thanksgiving I don't think anyone will really want to buy any after tomorrow. So me and Julie put it on sale for 1.50. I don't blame people for not wanting it, at 3.59 I wouldn't want one either. Best picture I could find.

Bret also, around noon, asked me if I'd been there all day. At the time I took that to mean he was upset with how little I'd gotten done, but later I thought perhaps he had simply been unobservant?

A woman told me how great it was that the yogurt was front fill so I explained the hardships and she said yeah it must be hard for you but I love your pain and suffering. Not in those words, but she was just too polite to finish the sentence that way.

We have a new commercial. It's a Hallmark one. Oh, Hallmark, your commercials are the spawn of Satan himself. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if writing commercials for them was his night job or something. Every Christmas I say to myself, "well it can't get any worse", oh but it does. Sadly, it does. This one isn't just annoying, it's destructive. Apparently there's some Charlie Brown Christmas promo and the commercial uses clips from the movie. Great. As if I needed one more thing to hate about Christmas, and I really, really, did not want to have that particular bit of Christmas ruined for me, but after this I doubt I'll be able to watch that again without cringing. Oh, tomorrow is my last day of sanity. After tomorrow our Christmas music will probably start. And I almost feel like curling up in a ball and rocking back and forth while gnawing on my knuckles just thinking about the torture that will ensure. One year they did it good, one year they had real music intermixed, and that was the only year I actually enjoyed the music. But normally it's straight Christmas songs, and there are only so many times a day you can stand to hear someone pretending they can sing make their own "original" style of a christmas carol before something in you snaps. I still cringe and feel feverish the moment I hear the first few notes of Rocking Around the Christmas Tree and it's been nearly a year. You'd feel the same way if you heard that song two or three times an hour every day for a month and a half. Especially if it was the version where the singer's voice cracks from time to time. And, yes, I seriously did hear it at least once every half hour or so. Victor didn't believe me. But he was in shopping with me and we were there for about an hour and at one point he looks up at the ceiling and says, "That's the third time I've heard that since we've been in here." It wasn't just the song I previously mentioned, it's all of them. All ten songs we were allowed to play or however many we had. Why is it no one can just follow the way a song's supposed to be? They have to add to it, twist it, make it something new. Jazz it up or whatever. What's wrong with just singing it the way it's supposed to be sung?

Yesterday's truck came in today. They had closed the pass in from Idaho, they do that in really bad weather, so it's not unusual for our trucks to get stranded there. None of the trucks that were supposed to come today had come before I left at 2:30 (a half hour late). So I loaded returns today on yesterday's truck. Or rather I took the shovel and went and dug out the returns while the driver loaded them. At one point he got cold and went to sit in his truck so I continued loading. He asked if I was cold, and yes, I was, but I wanted to get it all done at once. If I went in and sat down I wouldn't be able to make myself go back out. We were finishing up when Bret paged me to fill the 18 count eggs. He knew I was loading returns. I ignored him. He must have filled it himself cause when I finally went to check on it it was full.

The 18 cts are really flying, I had to give some cases to the other store. I probably shouldn't have but oh, well. After today the sales will stop flying and hopefully I won't run out too badly.

I forgot to do my juice order this morning, oops. I suppose I could have sent in a memo order if I'd cared enough.

Broke one fingernail and cracked another. Actually the first one I had cracked a few days ago and it finally broke today. My nails are generally stronger than this, something must be missing from my diet. I usually break one or two over the course of a few months, but in the last two or three months I've broken all of them, repeatedly. hmm. It seems to be slowing down though.