So since Monday, the week starting with July Fourth, I have worked. Worked this whole week except Sunday 5- closing (12AM) and I'm tired of standing all day. My feet are always tired and what's worst is that even at 12-1AM, the L train is forever crowded. There are no seats for me to sit on so it's extra standing. Woop-de-doo. My feet are looking quite vein-y actually. Nasty.
Anyway, there was supposed to be a meeting today that starts at 8AM. I closed the night before, came home at 2, slept around 4 (the usual routine), and set my alarm to 6. Alarm rang. I dismissed it. Grace called me. I missed it. Berrywild called me. I woke up and realized it was 8:40. Chrys reminded me there was a meeting and asked me where I was. Shizzzzz... I was so late and I knew I couldn't make it. But I showered and went in. Meeting ended. But he said he'll let it slide this time. I know it's just a froyo Summer job, but if I can't even wake up to attend this meeting, then how will I survive my future jobs?
After I apologized, I went to eat brunch at Mama's with Grace, Evelyn and Janet. Surprise guest of Gloria! Finally got the pesto pasta I craved so much but I wasn't that satisfied because the one from Duane Reade that I stole from Evelyn gave me a better impression, with the sundried tomato and cheese. Not too salty. We all split after eating. Grace left me for work so I decided to shop alone. Who knew I bought so much shit. Already used most of my paycheck. :( Can't control myself yo. It was a successful shopping day alright! But the fun ends when I go in for work. D:
Highlight of the night: Sam (my boss) drunk-dialed Berrywild.
Me: Thank you for calling Berrywild, this is Daisy speaking.
Sam: Hellooooo?
Me: HELLO?
Sam: .....
Me: Hello Sam? (because there was caller ID)
Sam: Who is this??
Me: Daisy...
Sam: Do you know who I am?
Me: Yes... Sam...
Sam: WHO IS THIS?
Me: DAISY!
Sam: WHO ARE YOU?
Me: YOUR WORKER.
Sam: Oh... my worker! You work for me! haha
I didn't wanna talk to him anymore so I gave the phone to my co-worker. He was def out of it. Jerk still can't remember who I am. Next week, I'll have Friday - Sunday off (hopefully). Someone please massage my feeeet!
