PREP FOR BLIZZARD!
* (1) container of Nutella - check
* gallon of lemonade - check
* pickles - check
* chocolate sauce - check
* dozen eggs to bake everything in sight - check
* vanilla ice cream - check
Work was surprisingly not bad today. At first it was insane because I was the only teller open and there were 10 customers in the lobby at 9:01 and I wanted to shoot myself because I had no money, but then it was fine. We actually got out of there relatively early because Michael had me and Clare balance early, around 12:45. No one wants to stay there late on Saturdays anyway. We ordered breakfast from Paisans (down by the railroad) and I got french toast and homefries and they forgot my homefries so I called and they ever so nicely brought them to me, which made me smile (briefly anyway). Then Michael told me disgusting stories about his night last night and that ended work.
THEN I had to go grocery shopping. First of all, people hear the word snow at all and they rush out and stock up on everything. But when people hear blizzard, its like Y2K all over again. I went down to Riversedge because they have a bakery (and completely forgot about the bread, but, regardless, I went) and they were starting the line in the PRODUCE department. Produce! In the back of the store! What the hell! Some guy behind me had two big things of firewood and 4 gallons of milk. This one lady in the bread aisle (because I obviously remembered the Nutella) had 3 loaves of bread, and a ton of stuff from the deli. Like, more than you should. I kind of laughed because no matter how long people live in New England, things like this still take them by surprise. The only people I know that don't flip out about stuff like this is my friends and relatives from Maine because this is what they deal with all the time. Up in Presque Isle, they're used to snow from October until April. Jenny isn't worried at all. She's like "Yeah, its snow...whatever". People amuse me sometimes.
It is Sno2k, apparently.
I think tomorrow I'm gonna bust out the tube and tube my way around Haverhill since there won't be any cars and there's plenty of hills to tube down! Sweet deal. But for now... writing my book. :)
* gallon of lemonade - check
* pickles - check
* chocolate sauce - check
* dozen eggs to bake everything in sight - check
* vanilla ice cream - check
Work was surprisingly not bad today. At first it was insane because I was the only teller open and there were 10 customers in the lobby at 9:01 and I wanted to shoot myself because I had no money, but then it was fine. We actually got out of there relatively early because Michael had me and Clare balance early, around 12:45. No one wants to stay there late on Saturdays anyway. We ordered breakfast from Paisans (down by the railroad) and I got french toast and homefries and they forgot my homefries so I called and they ever so nicely brought them to me, which made me smile (briefly anyway). Then Michael told me disgusting stories about his night last night and that ended work.
THEN I had to go grocery shopping. First of all, people hear the word snow at all and they rush out and stock up on everything. But when people hear blizzard, its like Y2K all over again. I went down to Riversedge because they have a bakery (and completely forgot about the bread, but, regardless, I went) and they were starting the line in the PRODUCE department. Produce! In the back of the store! What the hell! Some guy behind me had two big things of firewood and 4 gallons of milk. This one lady in the bread aisle (because I obviously remembered the Nutella) had 3 loaves of bread, and a ton of stuff from the deli. Like, more than you should. I kind of laughed because no matter how long people live in New England, things like this still take them by surprise. The only people I know that don't flip out about stuff like this is my friends and relatives from Maine because this is what they deal with all the time. Up in Presque Isle, they're used to snow from October until April. Jenny isn't worried at all. She's like "Yeah, its snow...whatever". People amuse me sometimes.
It is Sno2k, apparently.
I think tomorrow I'm gonna bust out the tube and tube my way around Haverhill since there won't be any cars and there's plenty of hills to tube down! Sweet deal. But for now... writing my book. :)