Keys and mattresses
I started my keyholder duties today. I opened and closed--the last time I'd be able to do that before the holidays. (Oh, hooray for the mall's holiday hours.) I was supposed to go to the bank with my boss this morning, but he ended up going before I even got there. Gee, thanks. But overall opening was fine; we were fairly busy today; I helped to train one of the new guys for about an hour and a half. Closing was something else, though; it's been so long since I last closed (like I can't even remember when). Also, only the keyholders can count money now, unlike when I first started--oh, there's lots of different things with this manager, and I was fighting him on some stuff--so I personally had to count down both drawers, and I didn't start early enough. Bleah. But overall it was okay, and now that I've done it once, I'll be better at it next time. (I kept apologizing to the other girls for keeping them waiting.)
We switched mattresses today. Comparing the mattresses is like comparing dress sizes, and how they've changed over the years. The guest bed was my parents' bed from the Carter administration; grandma's bed is two years old. Aside from being a feather-top, the new mattress is a little longer than the other one by about three or four inches. The guest bed has a headboard and footboard to it, like a wrought-iron sort of thing. It's not solid, but it still compresses the mattress inside of it. Oh my word. Getting the feather-top out of my room (with the guest mattress already in the hallway), and then trying to squeeze it into the frame, was like giving birth, complete with grunts. How apropos. And, the guest frame was already on the high side; with this mattress, the top of the bed is over three feet off the ground. Also, there are shelves with dolls over the bed; there is just enough clearance over the bed that I won't hit my head when I sit up from a laying down position; anyone taller might hit the shelf. And making the bed was horrible. There are five layers of sheets and blankets on there, so with each layer it gets harder and harder to tuck stuff in. And, you can only get to two sides of the bed. One side is against the wall (headboard), and one side has doll boxes stacked against it. But I got it done, so that's that. I now have the old old old (complete with '70s motif) mattress on the new box spring. It is so low compared to where both the feather-top and even my original bed had been. Ugh. This should be interesting. I hope I sleep well tonight. But the good news is I have my floor space back, so I can walk around my room again.
Last night I fit the closet organizer into the closet and put my sweatshirts in it. Yay! The second closet organizer is the exact same thing--about 3.5 feet high, with two shelves to make three cubbies--and I believe I will put sweaters in them. That clears up more rod space. I already moved some of my summery tops around so that there's breathing space in there. Much better. I've also thrown a few things away, too. Aside from being a packrat, I assign unnecessary memories to things, so I keep them around for no good reason. Have I used them? Are they useful? No? Trashbag. I'm still stuck on my weird rollerblades. I got them in 7th grade (15 years ago) from my grandma. This was right when rollerblades were coming up, but these were still weird even then. They have three wheels instead of four or five, and the brake is on the front of each skate, instead of just on the back of the right one. They're unusual, and I haven't worn them for years, but I still can't part with them. I think I need to call the "Clean Sweep" team. :) Oh, but I did toss a pair of shoes, and maybe a top? Don't know; this is what I was doing while watching SNL.
Mom made key lime bars. I didn't really feel like a cake, and we already had the mix in the pantry. I get to open the QVC box tomorrow. It's pretty big. Mom assures me it is not a doll, and it's not very exciting. Hey, it's a mystery box, so I'm cool with that.
We switched mattresses today. Comparing the mattresses is like comparing dress sizes, and how they've changed over the years. The guest bed was my parents' bed from the Carter administration; grandma's bed is two years old. Aside from being a feather-top, the new mattress is a little longer than the other one by about three or four inches. The guest bed has a headboard and footboard to it, like a wrought-iron sort of thing. It's not solid, but it still compresses the mattress inside of it. Oh my word. Getting the feather-top out of my room (with the guest mattress already in the hallway), and then trying to squeeze it into the frame, was like giving birth, complete with grunts. How apropos. And, the guest frame was already on the high side; with this mattress, the top of the bed is over three feet off the ground. Also, there are shelves with dolls over the bed; there is just enough clearance over the bed that I won't hit my head when I sit up from a laying down position; anyone taller might hit the shelf. And making the bed was horrible. There are five layers of sheets and blankets on there, so with each layer it gets harder and harder to tuck stuff in. And, you can only get to two sides of the bed. One side is against the wall (headboard), and one side has doll boxes stacked against it. But I got it done, so that's that. I now have the old old old (complete with '70s motif) mattress on the new box spring. It is so low compared to where both the feather-top and even my original bed had been. Ugh. This should be interesting. I hope I sleep well tonight. But the good news is I have my floor space back, so I can walk around my room again.
Last night I fit the closet organizer into the closet and put my sweatshirts in it. Yay! The second closet organizer is the exact same thing--about 3.5 feet high, with two shelves to make three cubbies--and I believe I will put sweaters in them. That clears up more rod space. I already moved some of my summery tops around so that there's breathing space in there. Much better. I've also thrown a few things away, too. Aside from being a packrat, I assign unnecessary memories to things, so I keep them around for no good reason. Have I used them? Are they useful? No? Trashbag. I'm still stuck on my weird rollerblades. I got them in 7th grade (15 years ago) from my grandma. This was right when rollerblades were coming up, but these were still weird even then. They have three wheels instead of four or five, and the brake is on the front of each skate, instead of just on the back of the right one. They're unusual, and I haven't worn them for years, but I still can't part with them. I think I need to call the "Clean Sweep" team. :) Oh, but I did toss a pair of shoes, and maybe a top? Don't know; this is what I was doing while watching SNL.
Mom made key lime bars. I didn't really feel like a cake, and we already had the mix in the pantry. I get to open the QVC box tomorrow. It's pretty big. Mom assures me it is not a doll, and it's not very exciting. Hey, it's a mystery box, so I'm cool with that.