Day 17.

Jack and I ended up coming in around lunchtime today.
I wore my hazel coloured moccasins.
I hate schedule changes. I like opening better than the midday shift. And Sullivan and I are supposed to close on Thursday. At 2 in the morning. Do we even get customers at 2 in the morning? Really.

My whole week feels off.
But I'm kind of glad to be back at work.
Even if the crate of raspberries was in the completely wrong place. And it took me an hour and a half to find them.

Jack was his hilarious self today.
He's all up in arms. Turns out they had a really 'inspiring' church service last night. A tent meeting. That went on for 6 hours.
No wonder Jack looks like he got no sleep.
But he was actually wide awake.
Which was good.
We had a sale this afternoon. Buy one get one half off. Lila was one of the first people thru the doors on our shift. She looked so cute. Wearing a pair of Jack's jeans and her curls crammed on top of her head with no thought whatsoever. (Lila has a lot of hair. Piles of it really.) She bought 50 cups of coffee. She couldn't decide between caramel swirl mochas or hot chocolate lattes with double shots. Then she headed down to the homeless shelter. I'm pretty sure the homeless drunk man wouldn't really care whether he got a fancy mocha or not. He probably just wants some coffee.
She is such a sweet girl.
Jack told me she spends a lot of time down at the homeless shelter and under the overpass. He said she has a project going on with them. Something about a documentary. She wants to go into film. And be a director.
That is adorable.

Total mistakes: 75
Total customers: 94
Busy-ness.

I hate when we have sales.
You know what, I am just in a crabby mood today. Really. I think it's because I came in in the afternoon instead of the morning. I'm jealous of the baristas who got to open. Opening on a sale day is superb. Working mid on a sale day...not so much.
And my whole week is messed up.
I just want to do something with Sullivan. Seriously. But he is gone. On some ridiculous shopping excursion 2 hours away. A little nearby town is having a weeklong flea market. Sullivan wanted to hit day 1. Jack and I will probably go tomorrow. We open, so we'll have plenty of time after that.

These moccasins are so comfortable.

xo, Delia.

EDIT: I feel bad. Sullivan came over tonight and he had bought me 3 new pairs of heels and a vintage dress. That fit perfectly. He knows me too well. And then he held my hand while I complained about my terrible day and how tired I was even though I had gotten up late.
"You look gorgeous," he said.
I wanted to cry. He is amazing.