Song for the day: Sweet Dreams My LA Ex by Rachel Stevens
IT’S BEEN IN MY HEAD ALL DAY OK
Here’s the part of the post where I’d tell you about my day, but today’s blogging challenge is to give you a timeline, so here we go:
6:55am: alarm goes off.
7:05am: alarm #2 goes off.
7:15am: alarm #3 goes off, my dog shoves his wet nose in my face, and I resign myself to getting up.
8:30am: set off for work, dragging heels.
9am: my shift starts, and I am already working to set up the coffee counter and the café for the day ahead.
10am: I make my second cup of coffee. 7 hours to go…
11am: I make my third cup of coffee and dry up my 20th load of dishes. I make up some coleslaw and coronation chicken for the lunchtime rush.
12pm: A literal coach-load of French school kids arrives. The café almost runs out of hot chocolate. I get to practise my French and accidentally advise the teacher to eat his scone with cream and a condom. I FORGOT THE WORD CONFITURE OK
1pm: The school trip leaves. The café sighs in relief. My feet start complaining so I have more coffee. A lovely Geordie coffee order filter coffee and cheese scones. They tell me they’re from between Newcastle and Durham. I say I have a good friend from Washington, and the man says it’s surprising we have friends.
2pm: It hurts to stand up. I did a 9-5 yesterday for the first time since Christmas and doing it again today is murder. There is a seemingly never-ending queue at the counter.
2:45pm: I finally get a break, and make a coronation chicken sandwich for dinner. The café has been so busy that there isn’t any sparkling elderflower left so I have a Coke. I sit down. OW FUCKING OW.
3pm: I stand up and almost cry. 2 hours to go…
4pm: My train of thought is literally “ow ow ow ow ow”. More coffee! My boss says to start tidying up the counter and I rejoice. I don’t know why but I absolutely love cleaning the coffee machine and clingfilm-ing the cakes. I’m a strange girl.
4:35pm: 10 minutes before closing, our first new customers in 25 minutes arrive and ask for cake and coffee. I seethe and Mandy unwraps the cake. I inform them that we’re no longer able to serve coffee. They seethe.
4:45pm: The café is empty. I help clean the kitchen and contemplate amputating my feet. It would hurt less than the aching.
5pm: Home time!
5:10pm: Apparently not. My mum still has things to do.
6:30pm: HOME TIME
6:45pm: We get home to find that my new business cards have arrived! Yay 🙂
7:00pm: Start writing this.
7:05pm: Pause for tea – mum’s made Spanish tortilla con patatas.
7:15pm: My brother stands up and partially dislocates his knee.
7:25pm: It being the same knee he has fully dislocated before, my parents take him to A&E.
7:30pm: I eat a chocolate digestive.
7:43pm: I finish typing this up and publish it for you guys.
Hope you’re all ok out there!