I am still alive. I am still breathing. Barely.
Had a crazy busy weekend and no staff. Fun. The twins I hired are learning fast, so that's good. One of them kind of looks like the main chick from Grey's Anatomy.
I only have J and Rat in here tonight so I get to stay to get them through the dinner rush. C's birthday is today, so I gave her the day off. She was funny and said, "I'll close for you on Thursday."
"Really? Are you not celebrating Valentine's Day?"
"Oh Fuck! I forgot. I can't close for you."
"Yeah, that's what I thought." :)
Today was pretty dead (day shift) but I'm still working on paperwork. I'm really tired and can't focus. The coffee isn't helping. I need sleep. And clean clothes. I'm almost out of socks again. Hopefully, I can wash everything on Wednesday. Change the bed sheets. Clean the living room. Do a crossword puzzle, have a cold beer at some point and then sleep. Blissful sleep before the clusterfuck of orders on Thursday.
I hate Valentine's Day.