Last week, I was depressed over not being able to set up at one of my favorite craft fairs. I decided to go down to the local fireworks store, run by a friend, in order to learn how to work the cash register, in case business picked up and he needed the help.
I walk in.
"Thank god...you just saved me a phone call."
He trains me, and asks if K would mind being a walker...the one who stands outside in a silly hat and carrying a sign, in order to attract attention. I call; K says sure.
I arrive to find T having chest pains, and B throwing up, running a 101 degree temp. I take over the register while T goes to the hospital. He's fine; a pinched nerve in his shoulder. K brings in many customers with his antics. He's a natural for the walker job!
With his arm in a sling, T and I manage everything, since now B has no voice. T teaches me how to use the pricing label thing. My speed is picking up. K had made other plans, but he'll be back on the job soon.
B had already planned to not be in until 5; T gets a text from his boss, saying there has been an upheaval at the Spencer store, and he wants T to go manage it for 2 weeks, leaving B and I in charge!
I pretty much had told T I couldn't work on the 3rd, since it was S's birthday, but now I may have to. It all depends on if we get any more help.