part of me can't believe I'm still awake. I'm so spent... I've had a day like no other. hmmm... How about I start with last night:
So as I was driving home last night from softball. It was quite late, right around 11:30 p.m. I'm so tired, I just can't wait to get home so I can curl up under those welcoming sheets! As I sit at the stoplight I see the light change from green to yellow to red. I start to creep forward. I can just feel my head hitting the pillow! But it doesn't change... What's taking so long! In the three seconds it takes for my light to turn green, all my thoughts are consumed with trying to get as much sleep as possible! while I'm envisioning a deep, restful, 4 hour sleep, a police officer pulls up behind me. All of this is happening as I'm creeping into the intersection in my hurry to get home.
The light turns green... FINALLY!
As I'm turning, I realize that the car behind me looks an awful like a police vehicle (I notice by the blinker of all things). I think "it can't be!" I start looking in all my mirrors, searching for telling proof that my assumptions are correct... to my dismay... they are :( So I begin to think that he couldn't possibly pull me over for the anticipation of a green light in the middle of the night... on a dead street. After following for approximately .72 miles, I suddenly become blinded by the cherries flashing in my rear view mirror. "shit." is all I can think... as a flurry of other thoughts flood my mind. As I pull over, looking for my wallet I become even more blinded by that damn spotlight. And if thats not bad enough, he proceeds to do further damage to my pupils as he shines his flashlight into my eyes... so I can't see a thing. I mean give me a break! He then asks me a series of questions that involve my plates/license and of course South Dakota. After the barrage of questioning ceases, he takes my DL back to the squad car. As I wait, thoughts of my pillow begin to overwhelm me once more. If it weren't for that damn blinding flashlight flashing in my mirrors as he walked back, he would have found me with my eyes closed. As I turn, squinting and adjusting to the blinding light yet again, he begins to ask another set of questions. All pertaining to my recent state of complete exhaustion. Have I been drinking? Am I on any medications? Any drugs? Are you sure? Yes I'm sure... No drugs, no alcohol.. I'm tired!! He then thrusts something that looks like a pipe connected to some black box into my face and tells me to blow... to ensure that I haven't been drinking... "keep blowing..." he insists.. So I blow... and blow... and blow. How long do I have to blow?!? I start to wonder... then he says "okay" almost in a disappointment. He should be ecstatic that no alcohol was involved... but I guess the "I got you" mentality was to overcoming for him. At that moment I began to receive a lecture on how I shouldn't creep out into an intersection until the green light changes. Whatever..... Where's my pillow... blanket... ahhhh.... sleep!
"BEEP!---BEEP!---BEEP!" ... "BEEP!---BEEP!--BEEP!"
4:18 already. I can't sleep any later or else I'll be late. I'm already late too much as it is.... oh.. why can't I sleep in?!? As I drag myself out of bed... half asleep, I turn on my shower... "I got at least another 90 seconds before the water is hot... I lunge for my bed... any amount of time will be better than no more. 90 seconds? give it to me...I'm all over it. I dive face first into my pillow... so sweet it is!
"BEEP!---BEEP!---BEEP!" ... I didn't completely shut of my alarm and now its screaming: GET UP! over and over again... Alarms now have become the devil. I shuffle into the shower, hoping to wake me up...
I get to work, I, of course, am my always chipper self. How do I do it? Its like a disease? no matter how little sleep, gotta have energy... gotta be happy... I swear, I don't get myself sometimes! But I'm happy... and I'm trying to make it infectious without annoying. (is that even possible?) Its Sara and I, Molly comes into work around 6:15... Marnee around 7.
7:02 am, the phone rings.. its Marnee, she can't come in, sick kids---let the circus begin! The three of us work like ants to get through the morning rush, Sara thankfully stays an hour later... Molly cannot stay any later. At the same time in all of this, we have practically ran out of milk, we've called eagan to pick some up, but have no one to go get it. All the sudden there is some interviewee whom needs to shadow Marnee... who is not there. Guess who gets to get it? Me!!! Yahoo... on top of trying to do P&L, put away warehouse, finish the deposit, order milk, go get milk from another store, get ready to do a new employee orientation and find someone to come in to help... I get to be shadowed. Welcome to management. To be honest loved it! It was just crazy enough to be in control and exciting (if you can call it that...).
Fast forward through all the madness, and I've taken the deposit to the bank. gotten the receipts of our deposit for proof, started to run a few last errands. As Im doing them, I notice that one of our deposit bags has a rather large bulge. Thats strange...I wonder. But i look in there to find the entire deposit. The teller had managed to take a deposit, given me a receipt for that deposit, and given the money back. I like this guy... I better come in more often when he's working!!
I look at it... smile... and think: "is this a test or what..." as I count the $800 to ensure its all there, I think "I need to take this back, but who would know if I took it" but that thought was fleeting at best. I turned around and took the money back to mr. teller... explaining what I thought the mistake was... and getting a very grateful sigh of relief from him.
And now its well after 11.. almost 12... I've been up for 20 hrs or so... and well...I'm tired, but I get to sleep in tomorrow.... I don't have to wake up until 7:30!!! How I love, love, LOVE my bed!!!
