I worked.
IKEA (also known as the Big Blue Building) had its annual tax free weekend. Starting on April 15th. Tax day. And what a day....
I work in Furniture Hand out, which means I get to check orders the warehouse has pulled and hand them out to people. Fun. Sometimes.
Anyway, on a normal Saturday or Sunday we can do between four hundred and six hundred orders. The record for a holiday was seven hundred something. This last Friday? We were seven short of eleven hundred. 1093 orders. Saturday, surprisingly, was a little slower -- 1051. I don't know what we did Sunday cause I left before closing, but we were above nine-fifty, and the store was closing in on a million dollars in sales -- in one fucking day.
Can we say that Shadow was tired?
Not to mention sick. My allergies attacked mid week last week and they haven't eased up by much. My voice was pretty much gone by late Friday night, and it's still not totally back yet. I don't expect that it will be for the rest of this week. I pretty much tore up my throat trying to yell order numbers.
By the end of the weekend I was pretty much out of it and I haven't gotten my head clear yet. I spent today sleeping and watching episodes of Xena, and that was pretty much it. Oh, and catching up on my friends list and things that
rhi_silverflame had sent to me. One of them was this link to Will Wheaton's blog (
http://www.wilwheaton.net/#003246) about the Star Wars fans down at Grauman's Chinese Theatre... and I'm still a little punchy so it got me thinking in weird directions....
See, the Creation Xena Con is always at the Hilton, a couple of miles away from our apartment. But the Holiday Inn where the first Southern Cal Xena fest was is within walking distance. So, I was thinking that we should get all the Xenites together and have them camp out outside the Holiday Inn, in protest of the event being at the Hilton, and then Creation would get the message and change the location. Then we wouldn't have to pay parking fees and everyone could crash at our place for a night!
It could work! It would be fan-tab-u-lous! Right?
(Holds serious face for ten seconds before dissolving into laughter and climbing back into bed to wait for her sanity to return.)