My Last Sunday, Thankfully
It's been said before and I am HAPPY to repeat for the kids in the cheap seats: I HATE WORKING SUNDAYS. For those of you not in the retail world, Sundays are just like Saturdays only with four less hours. Today, little old me was the top seller in the store (they track our sales performances for the big-ticket sellers). That means that I wrang out close to eight Gs in gadgets, cds, and other small-ticket items. I never had a break and was bombarded all day. I take it too personally when I seem to be the only one working and I am working my fingers off while others putz around, just the same, it makes for a lousy day. Getting out an hour later than I planned makes it that much worse. Meanwhile, the only thing that keeps me going is HBO's Sunday night line-up and well, I don't want to
imagine the awfulness of the day that can't be remedied by a little
SATC and then
Project Greenlight. But it was my last scheduled Sunday, which means we're staring down four more shifts at Club CC and only two more at the Gap (the fall line is great, I love it, by the way) before hiatus begins and I get to put lots of things off until I officially go back to school.
In all my life, back-to-school seems to have a resounding echo. With the exception of my "feb" semester back in 1998, every fall has marked a "back-to-school" period of sorts. It occurs to me now that I might be dealt this hand indefinitely. It could be worse and who I am I to turn down a reason for new fall sweaters, book bag, and haircut. In some ways, I am thrilled with this whole concept of getting ready for fall. Unlike other seasons that mellowly lap into being, people have this mindset that they truly need to stock up and prepare for the fall. Therein lies the excitement because we know that soon enough we'll be so overwhelmed that we won't have time to pick up necessary wardrobe essentials, reorganize the personal video collection, or get in some enriching reads. My summer was awkwardly hacked to pieces on account of this move (I feel like it's wound down already when some would argue it is just past the midpoint), but judging by my interior clock, it's back to school already and time to move onto intense preparations and cool nights will be here before I know it.
It was a long weekend given over almost entirely to work. I still haven't been to the hospital to see my speedily recovering Uncle and I barely crossed paths with my extended family. Come to think of it, I spent very little time with my immediate family and that's pretty pathetic considering the proximity of my departure date.
Next up on my agenda is to get this New York weekend tied up. It is in a really nebulous state - this last-chance reunion of assorted debaters and other favorites in New York that I am trying to pull off with not enough time to figure out. Big problems exist too - like transportation, guest lists, and housing and I am hoping for a miraculous email message that lies it out in neat lists and makes it seem both feasible and as the French would shrug,
facile. At this point I am just worn down and want inanimate objects to take on a Fantasia-like activity and just pack themselves and move to Wisconsin. 11 days 'til go and I am restless more than anything else.
posted by lmjasinski at 7:59 PM
