friday friday friday

I had the rare free moment on a Friday and thought I'd try some more regular blogging (still trying to get into that habit).

Oh, it's another 14-hour workday for me today. I LOVE that camera job, but switching the hours later (previously ending at 9pm, now ending at 11pm) has made my every-other-friday-sometimes-other-days-when-needed much much longer.
My dear friend is leaving again on another tour, this one is only three weeks though. But that means I'll be working alone again. I'll miss her as my friend, but I really will miss her at work--she does a lot, a whole lot and much faster than I could ever think about doing it (of course, she does have about five years experience on me...). And when she's gone, the owners still come in, but they bring their very small children with them; which basically means, that they don't have time to do any other work but running the register.
But it is Friday, and I'm opening tomorrow which means my weekend will officially start at 5 on Saturday....no plans as yet. Last weekend was so packed, that it will be nice just to stay in with my rock star and ole chubbers.
We've agreed to keep my sister's crazy-sweet puppy (a one year old boxer mix), Lizzy, next week while she travels with the rest of the paternal family down to Florida for a big ole family vacation (on top of not really caring for my relatives, I can't really afford to miss any more work right now). All that to say that we're working on puppy-proofing the house. She's nowhere near as destructive as she was four months ago, but she's still a puppy; a big old puppy.
Happy weekend!!

Fourth-of-July-an-hour-left-at-work-post

Oh, what a bad blogger I am!!! I started this so I could put some of the ramblings in my head out into the universe and I barely touch the damn thing.
Fourth of July is definitely not a big shopping day for most people. It has been so dead all day in the store, luckily there's only 45 minutes left before closing. Then I'm headed back to the house for some fried chicken, corn-on-the-cob, and s'mores around our fire pit with some friends. Not too big on fried food, but it's been a few months since I've had any, and it seems appropriate for the holiday.
The lack of activity is a happy change from the hellish night I had yesterday. By far the worst working day I have ever had in all my working days--EVER. If I had owned a gun last night, there would be blood covering the store and I would be tightly locked up. But I'm lucky enough to have the best partner in the world, and after we got home, he gave me such a wonderful night; bottle of red wine, our funny show, a good movie, an hour long walk with Chubbers around town, good dinner, and wonderfully mind-numbing sex. He made it so I could totally forget about the teenagers, the cop, the angry customers, and the stressfulness that was my Thursday at work.
I hope I tell him often enough how wonderful I think he is. My sweet metal rock star.