So...
Ready for this?
At the coffee shop we open at 6am. That means I try to arrive around 5:30am to prep and open.
I'm scheduled to open today, Saturday.
I arrive a couple minutes late because the world's longest train decided to STOP over the road I was taking.
So I'm stressed, right? Being late for work isn't exactly good.
I get here and manage to get everything ready and I open the store right at 6am.
Go me!
So then I start prep work. Slicing meat, cutting onions, etc.
Around 6:30am I became suspicious.
You see, the owner usually comes in at 6am and does a couple things I can't (like moving the picnic tables outside).
And then it hits me.
It's Saturday.
Don't coffee shops usually open later on Saturdays?
They would have mentioned that, right?
I decide to check the hours on the door.
SATURDAY: 8AM-8PM
I guess I don't have to worry about being "late."
I was, in fact, two hours early.
Gives a whole new meaning to the term "over-achiever" doesn't it?
First blog post
10 years ago

3 comments:
i find this ridiculously funny. =)
my boss laughed when he found out. like, laughed laughed. And said, "well, at least I'll never be able to accuse you of being late!"
ha!
yeeeeep. :-)
this particular memory will be chiseled in my brain forever. and i fricken love it.
and i love you too!! :)
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