The internet is infalliable

I got up at 4.  "Washed" my hair with conditioner again because I'm not "supposed" to shampoo it for 24 hours after a henna treatment.  Or so I read online and we all know the internet is infalliable. 

I did my God Time.  Good thing because I was wiped out when we got home. 

I did a lot of research before I started using henna on my hair.  Many of the hair websites, especially the longer hair/lets-use-henna sites are all about identifying your hair "type". 

Uh.  Long.  Wavy.  Oily.  Brown. 

They had codes that are more complicated than my wholesale vending supply catalog.  I decided I wouldn't benefit from participating in the communities and moved on. 

So, tomorrow morning, I will be using my shampoo.  Then I will condition my hair, put it up in my hair clip, and finish my shower.  Then I rinse out my hair and then wash my face (I have a problem getting conditioner on my face, which made me get a pimple for the first time in ages). 

We went to the warehouse.  Work inhales hundreds of pastries a week.  So, sight unseen, I bought more pastry.  Little did I know my label gun was almost out of ammo (sob!). 

My guy will fix it on Friday.  I got candy, a nice variety mix. 

I ran into one of the other blind vendors recently and saw it on his cart.  I stole the concept. 

We'll see what the Postal Workers think.  It's all about what they want. 

I got some chips, etc. 

Ron said if I wanted inventory I'd have to use my own money (put your rock away), and then I'd get paid back once we got to work.  We did that. 

When I told him the total, he said "I thought you'd spend less if it's your money".  Nope. 

We got to work.  The bottled vendor is broken.  That's frustrating.  We took bottled drinks out and put them in the cold food vending machine.  Sales will suffer for a few days but not terribly. 

Our guy is coming out on Friday.  I told Ron the man is worth the wait. 

The food machines were fine, and canned soda.  Ron worked on canned soda.  I did snacks and put drinks on the food machine.  I had a LOT of stocking. 

I'll actually feel a little relieved when the other vendors open up the "front office" break room.  It will compete, but I know my lineup can compete. 

Ooops.  I forgot to do fruit rollups. 

We did a lot. 

Finally done, time to go.  An official looking guy grabbed us as we left.  "We need you to test the new door".  I think he was the architect. 

I verified my badge opened the "handicapped" door.  It was clear the guy had had some concern about our access.  He could cross that off his list. 

Now they just need to connect the new wheelchair ramp to the actual door.  It just drops off, now. 

We went out.  We had a nice driver from Nigeria.  I said hello in the Yoruba dialect.  He gaped at us, grinned, and laughed.  Ron and I recited the few words we knew as he applauded, strapping down the wheelchair. 

I love the Nigerians.  They're such a bright people, mentally and emotionally. 

We went to Walmart.  That time of day it earned the reputation Hellmart. 

I needed refills on my medication.  I got them.  The tech was a little annoyed I inspected everything but it's my mind.  I'm always careful. 

Twice I was given diabetes medication.  My last A1C was better than Ron's. 

Once I was given sleeping pills, antianxiety medication, AND blood pressure medication.  Good way to kill me, or turn me into a junkie. 

I always check my pills. 

I got a few groceries, some drinks for tomorrow (a roadtrip downtown for a new yearly paratransit pass), etc.  Ron got a new backpack (he killed the old, new, one).  I made a small deposit so I have a little fun money if I get manic. 

Ha.  I plan for manias.  I have a nice tie-dye project in the living room.  3 t-shirts in my size, one in Ron's, and some blue and green dye.  Plus an extra $20 in my account if I want it.  I also got supplies for Driver Candy, which I did up while watching TV. 

The store was very crowded and noisy.  Not good for someone with my issues.  I finally fled and waited outside for half an hour on our ride. 

I was so glad to see the driver who brought us home.  She was new to us, and pleasantly suprised that I saw groceries as "my job", not hers.  Well, they are. 

A lot of clients don't see it that way.