I received this text while at work yesterday from my brother's friend in Colorado:
May the 4th be with you.
Now, that said, my feet hurt.
I woke up at 6:45 to get ready for work at 8. I'll be there until 5. 9 hours is pretty long and I was pretty tired, but meh. I figured I could deal. Left for work at 7:35 and got there at 7:55. Got the cafe ready for opening at 9 and waited around a little.
We were super slow until about 10:30 then I actually got a couple customers! Yay! I didn't make a single tip until Krisandra (possibly my favorite person to work with) showed up to relieve me for my break at 12:00. Got back from break (I had eaten quickly then took a short rest on the couch while listening to Shino, my lovely iPod, sing to me)at 1:00 and chatted with Krisandra.
Krisandra started feeling really yucky at 3:00. Fifteen minutes into her break (4:00 to 5:00) one of our supervisors came up to me with her and said she got sick during her break and needed to go home. I had to stay until Maci gets there at 6:00.
10 hours. I had a ten hour day at work. Uuuuuuugh. Basically all I do at work is stand FOREVER.
Now, that said, my feet hurt.
That's always the first thing I notice when I get out of bed the morning after a long day.
Crumb.
