Working on a Sunday

A long day today. 

I slept pretty good but #6's infamous outside light did wake me up once.  I assume stray critters are setting it off.  I have to admit, if my cats were outdoor, it would be the perfect revenge, waking me up every time one of my cats went in their yard.  As it is I'm just weary. 

I am so sick of the construction.  It has been going on for weeks.  At least he does start and stop at semi-decent hours.  With one exception, he hasn't parked in my driveway either. 

He would never do that with one of the other neighbors.  I don't know what makes him think it's OK.  We have never, ever, given him permission to park in our driveway. 

Baffled on that.  Why no boundaries, with us?  I couldn't tell you.  He probably couldn't tell you, either. 

My house was flooded, and vacant for 2 years while it was being flipped by first one owner, and then the other.  I can only guess he might have helped out the flippers and that's why he feels a sense of ownership on our property. 

But that was the previous owner.  I asked him for one favor, once.  I had a broken water line in my yard and I couldn't turn off the water.  I went over in tears and asked him to do it.  He did.  I thanked him and called our handyman to fix it, which he did.  That was it. 

Enough about him. 

I wasn't pleased when #7 decided to start his whole yard care routine (he has a very large yard) at 7:30 in the morning, but happily we were already up. 

I got up, did my God time, and took my shower.  I had some energy because I woke up with a headache and took some caffeinated headache pills.  I probably didn't need them but I didn't want to take a chance with truck day - getting dozens of cases of inventory to work. 

Our ride was late so we got there well after opening.  I parked Ron and got a flatbed. 

Imagine our joy when I found a half-pallet of 20 ounce Ozarka water!  The holy grail!  I happily called Ron and then proceeded to buy 8 cases.  As I was loading them, someone else came along and started loading her cart, too.  We knew a good thing when we saw it! 

I like all bottled waters, but the customers vastly prefer the Ozarka. 

It's all about what the customers want.  It doesn't matter what I think will sell, if they won't buy it. 

I got that, the soda Ron needed (not much)  candy, and snacks.  I got a lot of snacks. 

I paid and got everything loaded up (tipping is appreciated!), and we went to work.  I had to unload the carts, which already had a lot of drinks on them.  Then I had to load everything, including the 8 cases of water. 

I was worried, because I had literally a whole table full, plus the chairs, stacked up with drinks.  Happily they had anhialated (ah, screw it), the bottled vendor and it had to be stocked.  That wiped out the fridge, which in turn led to vacancies for several cases of soda, which freed up room. 

I was pretty busy doing snacks for a while, got them put away (tricky), and then helped Ron with the bottled drinks.  I got a whole cartload of drinks for him and then reloaded the fridge with room temperature drinks to chill for Tuesday.  Plus, the 8 cases of water. 

My back is definitely worked, but not sore. 

Finally, all done.  We had a very short wait to come home.  I had been drinking a lot of soda at work. 

I was worried it would be noisy when I got home but it was quiet.  I laid down for a nap.  I couldn't really get one due to all the caffeine but I did have a weird dream about Captain America.  I have to admit, I probably like him best. 

Torbie joined me, sleeping in my bed.  I need to get some things together for their carriers, things that smell like home, and us, for when we go to the vet.  I plan to use Ron's pillow case, mine, and the towel on my TV chair.  The cats are always competing with me for the chair.  That will provide friendly scents of home, while they're at the vet. 

I am still debating whether to board Torbie if she has surgery on her foot.  I would like her to be supervised and I feel a little helpless nursing a sick cat. 

Which is funny considering Ron came home on a catheter, in a wheelchair, with a broken leg and ribs, and a head injury.  Oh, yeah, and a stroke.  He's always said I make a good nurse but I've never really nursed a cat aside from the usual post-neutering type stuff.  That is mainly feeding them and not picking them up for a while. 

I'm sure Torbie would rather be home so that's probably what I will do. 

Now we are going out to dinner at a new fast food place near the house.  Ron wanted to "take me out" but I want something simple. 

Anyway, the cab should be here any minute.  I'll tell you what I thought of the food place.