51 hour work week, yay money

I worked 10 1/2 hours today, roughly. 6:05am-4:38pm. And Zhaun wants me in in the morning to get ready for that visit. He had said 6:00, 5:30 if I could, but I'll probably try to aim for 5:00. I had Coty again today. He came in on time, though. But nothing had gotten done since I left on Wednesday. Or hardly. I caught Coty having a 25 minute break and I tattled. His excuse was that he was cold. o_0 Whatever, Bret had apparently caught him too and told him that was the only break he was getting today. I hope he holds that up too, cause I only take one break a day. Usually it's between 15-20 minutes. And sometimes I skip it entirely.

It's going to be pretty bad at work tomorrow morning, but at least I powered through one of the pallets of freight already. Now I only have a half pallet from Wednesday and one more from today. And I told Coty if he's cold to do yogurt so hopefully that at least will be done tomorrow. I still have to clean too, I've told three different people to clean under the shelves and no one's done it.

I'm going to make us lasagna. I found noodles at Wal-Mart that say Oven Ready so I'm going to give them a try. I'm also going to attempt a half recipe. I just don't really know what to do with the other half of the can of spaghetti sauce. Put it in the fridge for now, I guess.

While dinner's cooking I'll see what I can do for cleaning off my computer desk.

My finger tips hurt, my knees feel swollen, my back hurts, my feet hurt, and my legs hurt. But I've only got three more days. If I work 4 or 5 hours tomorrow I'll have about 50-51 hours this week. It means my next check will be big.

Next week Zhaun wrote me for Sunday and Monday like we'd planned, and then on the rest of the week he wrote "Thanks Barb!" It made me all teary. He has Dustin 8-4 with "Dairy" 4-8 on load days. And I heard Julie saying they still haven't picked someone for dairy full-time. If Dustin has to go through July 4th with random people from the front end for his second dairy person I'm going to laugh and feel bad at the same time.

We got a storage unit yesterday and we moved our bookshelves into it. And my sewing filing cabinet. And my keyboard (musical). And a shelf we had had our board games on. My mom will be down tomorrow to help us move the couch and stuff into it.

It was hard finding where it was. We stopped in at this engraving place to ask to use the phone to call and find out where it was and the people in there were all, "We don't believe in phones." and directed us to some place that "allows phones". The next place we went into were very helpful and told us right where it was. It's a little back off the main road but not by much. It has an automatic gate and it was fascinating to watch.

I took apart my sewing desk yesterday.

The cats are all confused. Boney was wandering around where the bookshelves were looking sad, and he came up to me with these big, confused eyes as if to say in a quavering voice, "...mommy?" Poor thing.

Well the TVP (that we use instead of hamburger meat unless it's something like hamburgers or meat loaf) should be ready so off to do lasagna it is. If I'm going in at 5 I should really go to bed in about 50 minutes but I want dinner. I will stay up for dinner and skip breakfast tomorrow morning if I have to to get an extra few minutes sleep.