Relaxation, courtesy of the Hockey gods

Hard work pays off. As I have been overly stressed out about my conflicting schedules this week, a solution has been found and my nerves can relax for a day.

The Wings start playoffs on Friday. In a really horribly twist of fate, Amy M. is still sick and needs to replace her shifts for Friday and Saturday. I was arranging something in big girl when she was on the phone with Dee and said how much I'd rather open than close on Friday. So I open and work until four. That gives me time to make it downtown just in time for my 5:00 check-in. Game two is Sunday...I have Sunday off. While I would rather spend it in the company of one person rather than 20,000, my soaking up every drop of that atmosphere before my retirement is now a vital part of my work life. Priorities and sacrifices (but which is which?)...*sigh*.

Denise is able to work 11-4 on Thursday covering part of my shift. I am to report to the store after court and then stay until close. She is my lifesaver; I couldn't thank her enough tonight. I'll have to buy her a card and a little something for saving my ass at the store Thursday.

The floorset went okay. Two women I can't stand were not there, but one girl returned from a long absense and annoyed the shit out of me. Hey, after rearranging my schedule, I was okay with working even though I didn't really want to be there. I was irritated and pissed, but I got through my baby mannequins in record time. Almost as much time it took her to finish the big mannequins from last night. Then I got to straighten that area of the backroom. I told Dee to take a picture because it wouldn't last long. She actually had a camera and took a picture. The benefits of being a diligent worker...again, it pays off.

I had to redose my Robitussin only once at the store tonight. My throat was so raw from working in the heat of the steamer and backroom that I could barely speak when I went out the floor and delivered the little people. Ha. That's just great, I hope my voice regains its strength by Thursday.

I didn't get home until 3am. Now its ten to four. I need to go to sleep now. Hockey gods listen to praise when praise is deserved (I have no doubt that my Swedes were behind this scheduling miracle) and hard work pays off. Eventually. And everything works itself out in the end.