Work Week #4

Monday...
Oh, how I love Mondays! (do you hear a little sarcasm???) I was beat from all the work and hiking we did this weekend. I had sore muscles, sore knuckles from gripping hammers, and tired eyes. We started off the morning with a trip to the bank so that we could finally be signers on the MVS account. This had been a frustrating aspect (and will be a little longer until we get our debit cards) because we were having to pay for groceries, prescriptions, etc with our own money and get reimbursed. Being reimbursed would work out great, except that there are no National City banks out here and no way to actually deposit money into our account back home. Bummer! So, Jeremy and I opened a new account here to have a place to put some of our stipend (you know, the big $50 a month we get paid) or any reimbursement checks.

Jeremy headed on to work, and I went with Emmy to the meeting about the ESL classes. Yes, I have been sucked back into the teaching world already. I decided that I would be an ESL tutor for 1 hour a week, 1 night a week. Emmy is actually teaching class on Monday and Thursday nights. I am just tutoring on Thursdays. I'll let you know how it goes. Emmy and I headed into work about 11am. I worked in the office until 1pm. Then headed to Hunt Avenue Boutique for the rest of my day. Funny story....

Today, I arrived at Hunt Avenue Boutique and was told that I would be working by myself. The store is connected to Rainbow's End thrift store, but not so that you can interact much with who is there. So, I sat alone, reading the "best" magazine in the world - NEA Today (actually, the only thing I had to read in my bag). When I looked at the clock, it said 1:00, and I thought "Are you serious? I can't believe how long this day is!" Then, Sue (the manager) came and gave me permission to put sticky dots on items and inventory them. So, I worked diligently for what felt like forever. I ran out of space to continue inventory-ing and had to quit. I looked at the clock and it said 2:00. Again, I thought, "You have got to be kidding me! I cannot make it 3 more hours!" I had made three sales, totalling about $25 so far that day and was bored out of my mind. I went back to reading my magazine for lack of anything better to do. My cell phone rang, and it was Jeremy. I said, "I am soooo bored. I am not going to make it for..." pausing to glance at the clock (2:15), "3 more hours!!"
He said, "What are you talking about it is 4:30?"
I started laughing and said "Praise the Lord! I could not have done this any longer!!!"
He was laughing hysterically by this time. It was at this point when I realized that the clock in the store needed some TLC and had fooled me all day long. (I realize as I write this that it is not nearly as funny when typed as when told in person; I hope you found at least some amusement in it nonetheless.)