Sunday I was dead tired from being up so late the night before. But I have a job and I have debts and I'd like to keep one and eliminate the other, so off to the bakery I dragged myself. Luckily, it was a relatively slow day with few complaints, so I was able to do relatively little. I only got two dollars in tips; that's pretty crummy for an eight-hour shift. Oh well. It was gone by the end of the day, anyway.
I had to ice the cinnamon bread, which was sticky and disgusting. Luckily, it's also fun to get your fingers gooey and sticky. ^_^ It was quite frustrating, though, because I had to wash my hands extra-well whenever I helped a customer or answered the phone, only to get them sticky again. The icing is tasty, though, and the cinnamon bread turned out well, so all's well that ends well.
After work I ran home quickly to get my pajamas (I planned to crash at Kitty's house) and drop off a box of danishes for my mom. Then into my car I hopped and zoomed off to Kitty's; we were going to her work to make some extra money setting up the store. Bandaid came as well, and off to Oakridge Mall we hurried.
In total, I was there from seven 'til one forty-five A.M. Thanks to Starbucks coffee, I managed to stay awake the whole time, in spite of the concert Saturday night and my long shift at work. My feet were killing me by the end of it, tho'.
What did we do? Well...we re-arranged the furniture to match Bath & Body Works' almanac/store plans. We loaded all the sale items onto the tables, pulling items in and out of the back storage room. We had to restock all the shelves that were running low on product – if you've ever been to a body care store, you know there's a lot of product covering every inch of the walls. We assembled shelves and disassembled tables; took down displays and hung new ones. It was busy, busy, and busy.
After we were done and driving to Kitty's house, she mentioned that her manager Meg wanted to offer me a job, since they needed people. I told Kitty to relay that I was very interested in a position, and drove home because I wasn't half as tired as I thought I'd be. Once I got home I just collapsed on my bed, too tired to move but not sleepy. I ended up finishing my book on Atlantis before closing my eyes at half-past three.