when trish walked into work and immediately asked, "can i go home yet?" i knew it was going to be a looong shift.

i had no idea.

what happened tonight? well, let's see. trish went to the emergency room after chipping her nibula (extra points to anyone who can tell me what the hell the nibula is), so i got ashley to close front, leaving chris c. to close grill, but she'd never closed there before, plus i had the always-ever-so-helpful jean on wash. plus i was working with kyle (the hi-i'm-going-to-torment-vickie register boy) and oh, did i mention it was my first close without any other managerial support and i couldn't get the sign to turn on and i almost turned off half the lights in the store and we were busy at the worst times and holy schnikies was it a weird night.

but all in all, it turned out ok. i actually seemed to know what i was doing (well, except for previously mentioned incidents with sign and lights), and i was only ready to kill crewpeople a few times.

but what a stressfull night.

two days off for me now. it doesn't look like massachusetts is in the cards, but that does mean a trip to burlington most likely is. i'm hoping for tomorrow. :)

anything, as long as i'm not working. :)