Day off

I stayed up until 3 last night and god, it's been a while since I've done that (not sick, rather). So insanely lethargic today. I can't dredge up the energy to do anything at all, including the laundry that piled up while I had my latest "oh my god, it's the fucking weekend and I'm sick again!" illness. I did manage to drag myself out of the condo to the store where I bought two different kinds of coffee (Roasterie's American Restaurant blend and the Kansas City blend) and a box of Lipton Black Pearl (the building handyman says he's addicted to the stuff). I also bought a bottle of Shatto cream to put in my coffee.

Oh. My. God.

I should explain. Shatto is a brand that gives no human growth hormones to its cows. What you get is a rich, thick cream that is just *guh* in coffee. I wanted to crawl inside my mug, it's that good. I've been spoiled forever for using little packets of half and half. In other words, I'm screwed because there is no way any cup of coffee could ever taste as good, again. I'm a spoiled woobie.

Yesterday was a busy one at work. I came in and was asked to help fix some displays that had inadvertently been put up incorrectly. I didn't mind, it got me away from my own station for a few hours. And then I lost another hour because of the sweet old lady who kept calling up, wanting all manner of things. And she was flummoxed that I was being so accomodating (I mean, she was a talker). In the end, I was told that I'm not ever allowed to leave my store, that if I do I must call her and tell her where I'm going to be working. *snicker*

She doesn't know this, but I'm actually the grumpiest person in the store. I don't work at this, it's just the way I am. And I've been much better lately. Just trying to not take anything so seriously I throw myself into a tailspin. Louis being gone has actually helped a great deal. There's no longer this person nattering every single day about the horribleness of certain folk. I don't pretend that the folk he carried on about are perfect. But, hell, it's nice to just come in, work and not get sucked into all that.

I've also learned to keep my mouth shut.

Another insane/amusing thing happened as we were closing up. I had to chase this old Russian follow out of the newstand because he was planted in one spot, reading art magazines and I could tell he wasn't moving any time soon. Sweetly and apologetically I explained we were closed. "Just five more minutes?" *sigh* I explained that no one could close down their registers until he was gone. So, he got up and wandered to the escalator, eventually. First he stopped in front of the book written about the Russian spy who was poisoned. He poked his finger at it and declared it; "lies, all lies, KGB not do such a thing! You must believe me!" Oh yes, sir, I believe you. I'll believe you even more if you get onto the escalator. There's a good boy, byyeeee. *g*

I think I need a nap. :)