Friday's delayed recap..

...since I had to find something AFK to occupy my time after work, when I was going to type up what happened yesterday at work.

On Friday (after the point I stopped posting in my last post):

The morning paperwork didn't go badly, as I recall, but I wasn't completely done by 8am, when I was supposed to be at U-Scan, where I was scheduled to stay until 2pm, when I was scheduled to leave. So I wrapped up the last couple of things (or so I thought -- more in a bit), and took a short break for myself.

Coming back, a woman stopped me to ask if the florist was on-duty. I replied, "no ma'am, she doesn't come in until 10am. I can get someone from Produce over to help you, though. What do you need help with?" It turned out that she wanted some balloons blown up for a co-worker's birthday. I ain't skeered o' no dern balloons :), so I went to help her out. I was nervous, because it'd been a while since I'd last blown balloons up for someone, and I'm always a little nervous that I'll not do it right.* Well, she asked if I'd like her to help. I refused once, but when she asked again, I could see that it wouldn't hurt much, and I got the feeling that she knew what she wanted to do with the five latex balloons and one mylar balloon. So, I acquiesced.

She was wonderful. She said she had been a florist, and let me tell you, it showed. While I blew up balloons (and tied strings to them), she was using a pair of scissors to curl some ribbon, and tying it around the bottom of the balloon. When all was done, it looked downright professional. She thanked me, and I went back up front (after assuring her that I would let the cashier know how much it'd be), feeling pretty good. (It's ironic. I loathe people, but I get such a high off helping someone.)

The manager paged me on the intercom, and asked me how cash stood. I replied that I didn't know, since I'd forgotten to print the Sales & Cash report that morning (not a crisis, but it *is* something I tend to forget when I'm pressed for time back there). She said that the manager's web tool for watching cash showed us $86 short, and that I needed to look into it, and if it really was that short, to find out why, because, "we can't keep letting money show up short." This, from the manager who doesn't care if we get a mid-day end of shift count done (to ensure money's fine when the opener leaves), and says to leave whatever's not done at night for the morning person (and -- since I've not said in a while -- is hard enough without extra work), nevermind that I was supposed to be on U-Scan the rest of my day, which cannot be closed.

Well, we weren't short (only $15 short, and I had a $19 order that needed to be refunded). I paged her to let her know, and got no answer. I began to sulk/chuckle bemusedly. Surely she wasn't ignoring me, because it was plain from my tone in our earlier conversation that I was pissed. Surely not.

Turns out, she wasn't. She'd left, and didn't tell anyone to tell me. Fortunately, the store didn't self-destruct while she was gone, though, because since I wasn't told she was leaving, and I wasn't told *I* was in charge, I refused to take responsibility for anything bad that might happen. (Good lord, that sentence is ugly.)

I ran into my friend (regular customer) named Anthony. He's retired, and comes in to shop and talk to folks. The two of us are a sight, too:

Him: "Hey Anthony!"
Me: "Hey Anthony, how are you doing today?"

I can't help it. It's just too dang fun. :) During our conversation today, I found out that he needed an order form for a mail-in clock from Keebler. I told him that I'd look it up at home, since he'd had no luck online, but admitted that he's happiest just playing solitaire.

Fast forward to when I left (I've really grown tired of complaining about work, and itemizing my minutes isn't as much fun as I thought it would be). I hurried by Borders to get my hands on Confessions of a Part-time Sorceress: A Girl's Guide to the Dungeons & Dragons Game by Shelly Mazzanoble, because I've been absolutely intrigued with what the book might contain, ever since I saw it. I found it (finally), and also grabbed The Subtle Knife by Philip Pullman, because "His Dark Materials" has been good so far, and if they're making movies, I wanna read the books first. ;)

Getting home, I found that strieson and mfsfreak had gotten their hands on Guitar Hero II and a pair of guitar controllers. It looks fun, but clearly they're missing the point of playing it with a guitar controller, if they're playing the lead parts by using their THUMBS to "strum". :-p *shrug* What do I know, since I haven't even asked to try it? :)

You know what happened after that, with the trip to Comic Cellar and the subsequent movie-watching. So thus ends Friday. Saturday is coming up..

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* Ya gotta understand that this is just how I am. I can't say that I'm happy about it, but that's just how it is....for now.

Saturday recap... on Saturday!! *heroic pose*

Don't blame me for another post so soon. Blame mfsfreak for luring me away from my post yesterday with talk of going to my favorite game store. On second thought, since I like knowing when he goes (so I can tag along), don't blame him, but don't blame me either. I'm getting out, of a sort, so that's good, right? :) Oh, I did manage to buy some absolutely gorgeous dice for my next character who will be, I think, an elf. Just to fit the dice. :)

On with Saturday..

Despite not getting to bed till nearly midnight (that book by Shelly Mazzanoble is wonderful!), I woke up with my alarm, and promptly began getting ready for work. Of course, knocking a glass over on one's bedside table tends to get one's attention, does it not? :) Mess sorted out and preparations done, I got to work pretty much straight up on time, which thrilled me. I settled down to work, munching on a little beef jerky that I had (since I had no breakfast), washing it down with some Diet Coke. I know, it's not a particularly lovely breakfast, but at least it's filling and not HORRIBLE for me.

I was finishing up as the 8 o'clock hour approached when my CSM showed up, and we discussed the Heroes season opener some. I admit that I didn't hustle like I COULD have in this time, mainly because it was nice to have an excuse not to. During lunch and my break (I took one long break instead of two separate ones), I did nothing but devour more of "Confessions of.." We got busier, but I managed to cover all of the breaks, and even got my line numbers and catering sales done (it's been a while since I explained, but on Saturdays, I balance the line items for the week [things such as Western Union sales, money order sales, and our deposits], and I get grumpy and feel frustrated if I don't get the chance to do this. What can I say? I love math and bookwork. :)). I even had time to get some web-based training out of the way (Safety Procedures -- sad, really, when they haven't changed in nearly 10 years, when I last had to take it).

When I got off, though, I did something that surprised even me. I bought three boxes of cereal, and NONE of them has a cartoon spokesman/animal. I got Frosted Mini-Wheats, Quaker Oatmeal Squares, and Nature Valley Granola Cereal (Cinnamon). All are cereals I love, and all are more "grown up" than what I usually get. For some reason, this feels like a real accomplishment.

Coming home, I finished "Confessions", and was amazed at how brilliant it was. Shelly Mazzanoble managed to do what she claimed: introduce D&D to women, from a woman's point of view (and I know, because I didn't get some references *wink*). I have a copy that I will gladly let a D&D-curious female I know in Memphis borrow. Hey, don't call me strange. I had to read it to make sure it passed the Q.A. stage, right? :)

Heck, I gotta admit that she's my newest crush. A woman who can cook wicked chocolate pastry cake things, works out (kickboxes, even!), has a weekly manucure, has got to be close to my age, and STILL enjoys a game of D&D. So she's appropriately girly, and yet is geek enough to enjoy what I've spent a considerable portion of the last seven years doing? Hehe.. I think I've died and gone to heaven. :) Ahem, sorry. Honestly, though, I cannot recommend this book enough. I'll have to see if I can write something of a proper review, and post it on Amazon.

Now, I have to write a fan letter, and decide if I want to fool with cooking dinner, or if I'd rather have a bowl of cereal for dinner. :)