I always seem to be working overtime. I’m not really, but it always feels like I am. Then this weekend I really felt like I was, but then again this weekend I actually was working overtime.
The store I work in had an offsite store open at a large event. We sold t-shirts, glow in the dark frisbees, hats, glowsticks, and stuff from the store. Sounds easy enough, right? Ha!!
The days leading up to what I’m going to refer to as “The Weekend From Hell,” or TWFH, were horrific in their own right. My manager and I had a schedule for what we were going to do to have TWFH run as smoothly as possible. This involved meals, tables for the store, merchandise, pricing, etc. The two days before the event, my manager’s husband started having problems with his kidneys that involve stones and a mass. The prior is understandable, though more painful than childbirth. The latter is a bit worrisome, as a removal of the mass or kidney altogether will be necessary.
I’m very sympathetic to his situation, and my manager’s as well. I don’t blame her or him in any way, and am very sad for them both. But in the end, this left me alone to get ready for TWFH, which made me quite frustrated.
The weekend went well after all. Got their Friday night, sold some stuff, woke up early Saturday and sold a butt load more. Got everything boxed up that night, and left.
For the record, so I don’t have to say it one more time, the glowsticks are $2 and they come with 3 feet of lanyard. Spinning 2 of these all raver like made selling them a breeze. It also reminded me that I need to get my poi gear.