....of relief. It is finally my day off again. Normally, I feel a sense of relief, not just because I've been working all week, but because I can sleep in until....7:30, and so I can spend quiet mornings with Dallas (yes, I do realize that was an oxymoron). But today the relief is tempered by back pain and extremely sore feet that a long hot bath did nothing to soothe yesterday.
I won't bore you with the politics of it all, but here's the short version. I do the donuts, R. does the baking, J. and D. and K. take turns doing the sales floor, and C. decorates the cakes. For the last two days J. and D. have been on their regular days off, really not a big deal. But K. was stung by a bee and had an allergic reaction, so she called in. For two days R. and I did our own jobs plus the sales floor, plus the freight we had to throw (putting away the frozen stuff we get), plus throwing away some out dates and reducing others. It may not sound like too much extra work, but our sales floor doesn't end at produce; no no, we also had 'spy's in the aisles and aisle 1 (we stock snack cakes there). Again, the long a short of it is that R. and I both have a lot of overtime now that we have to shave off before the end of the week. We have to go home early over the next few days in order to even out the overtime so the company doesn't have to pay us the extra money. It's called unapproved overtime, and even though we had to do it in order to finish everything that needed doing, if we don't shave it off, we'll get a coaching. I think it would be easier if they just paid us for our time and gave us a "Well done", or a "Good job".
Anyway, now I'm home. I can relax, eat a decent breakfast, contemplate dinner (as opposed to rushing to get it done), and snuggle in bed with my hubby.