7 days a week

In an effort to push myself to the breaking point (again), I told Dawn I would work her closing shift at the store Thursday night. And because it is just 7am right now, I have neither the energy nor the desire to look in my planner and count my consecutive days of work. I even have to work tomorrow for Pete's sake, which is blasphemy on many levels. But you take the bad with the good and then get over it.

Weekend at the museum went well. I didn't have to go to the Dossin on Sat because they were having a wedding there. It was almost boring staying at the Main all day, but nonetheless, there was always something to do. A tour came in shortly after 10 and it went smoothly; I was both surprised and relieved. I looked up information to give to the bus driver to show these out-of-towners the City. I talked with a Detroit police officer regarding the mayor, who brought his family through. I made him pay for Kwame, Mrs. Kwame and their kids. Hahaha. The cop did this before the mayor showed up. I then alerted my staff both that he was coming and when he arrived. I didn't clear the building for him (he was just wanted to be a normal folk that day) but the cops went around. I let the volunteer show him around and all was good. Sunday went off without any hangups. Tiffany was at the Dossin - I just don't know about that girl. At all. And Deprina almost fell asleep at the front desk. Now that just can't be a good thing. Not with me in charge anyway. So how do you nurture those who are unnurturable?

I dreaded coming home because my brother and Lindsey were supposed to be there for dinner. I pulled in to see the Super Chev and didn't think anything of it. When I got out of my car, I had to go give it a pat, for old times sake. After a long weekend of work the last thing I wanted to do was deal with blondie, but alas, she was sick yesterday and it was just Jeffy. Woot! So the meal didn't go nearly as bad as what I was anticipating sitting through. Then I watched another four episodes of House. And yes, I can see how people might confuse us. It was clear after just one show, but after watching eight now and seeing his character, yeah, I'm totally the female version of House. Ha. Judge that how you will.

Today might be my last full Monday for awhile. Because I have to work at the Dossin for three days during it's special hours, the next three Mondays will be half days. That should be a nice treat. Off to historyland. Ciao.