I was honestly a little perturbed when I saw the dreaded "Saturday: 6-12" last week on the schedule right next to my name. It's not that I don't enjoy opening, i sometimes do, it's just that dreaded cold and waking up at 5:15 in the morning and being at the store an hour before anyone decides they need donuts or beer. I still got up this morning, put on my clothes, grabbed my coffee and went and opened the front end of the store. I swept, I cleaned, etc etc. I sat in a motorized wheel chair because I felt dizzy. I didn't sleep well last night.
I was planning what I was going to get from the deli for breakfast -a donut or a biscuit with some strawberry jam- when the 8 o'clock shifter came in. At 7:55, one of my regular customers came up with a couple dozen donuts and a bag of stuff he bought from the deli. Getting ready to check him out, hitting my break key, preparing a bag, he told me to take the donut in the wax paper off of the top of the box. "Are you serious?!" I exclaimed pretty loudly, and he looked at me and said "do I ever joke?" and I laughed, took the donut and thanked him. He bought me a donut a few months ago and I guess he really understands my love of donuts. That little gesture got me through the rest of my shift. I don't think he knew how bad I needed that gesture to regain my composure and make the best of the remainder of my day, but it worked. I wasn't in a bad mood, I wasn't sad..I just didn't want to be at work. I wanted to be curled up in bed with Josh, Lulu and Olive Oyl, basking in the sun coming through the window.
and for some pictures that make me feel happy
& some links of course
diy glitter nail polish ,a cute post from Ice Cream and Pizza on Valentines, awesome tea timer, 66 things you can grow inside