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Yesterday I scooped about 400 cookies. I worked 6 1/2 hours. And I thought that was bad.
Today I went to work at ten. I scooped about 1,000 cookies today. No joke. I took an order over the phone for a girl who sounded ten, and the order was canceled when I told her she couldn't pay in cash when she lives in Maryland. I juggled dough that was either too soft or too hard and customers who didn't buy anything but indulged in samples. I put stickers on boxes. I stamped boxes. I assembled boxes. I taped boxes. I filled boxes.
I also lost all hope, and Terri didn't help me too much either: "I would say there's a light at the end of the tunnel, but all I know is that there is a tunnel."
Not very inspirational.
I also lost it. I baked more cookies than I intended. I screwed up boxes. I cursed endless amounts. Terri even forgot to put the timer on once when she was baking. At one point, I just gave up, sat on the floor, and put stickers on boxes. Terri cried. Then she went home, and I sat on the floor again and taped up boxes.
I was hoping to get off of work around 4 or 5. I got home at 7.
And tomorrow I get to defend myself and my cookies from little kids who touch everything and soccer moms. I arrive around 10. I leave at 6.
Same for Sunday.
My last day is September 1st. On September 2nd, I go to LRHS. Tell me where my summer is. I had one day of summer - June 27. But I did put roughly $1,000 in my bank account this summer, which is more than some other kids can say.
When I came home from worked today, I walked into the shower, washed my hair, put the plug in the shower drain, and sat down. So I didn't take a shower, or a bath. I guess I took a shath. Or a bater. Heh. Whatever I did, it was a good idea.
Then Doug came over. Did anyone else see Ace Ventura: Pet Detective on TV? Cause I did.
Which leads me to another question: why is TV capitalized when television is not?
I keep thinking about tomorrow and then right after that I think, "God, I hope I can sleep for 100 years."