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I think I would do better remembering what day it is if this were a Star Trek episode instead of a day in July.  For one, the weather is similar to what we see in mid-September, when the last of a late summer warmup brings 70 degree for a few moments and then whips 60 something temps and winds through your house.  As the evening progresses, I have had to grab a sweatshirt and am grudgingly admitting that I may just have to close my windows tonight.  I may choose to look at Facebook polar vortex pictures from January and skip the window closing.  After all, the mattress heater is still plugged in, so I can always use that.  In July.  For chrissakes.

What day is it again?

Speaking of Facebook, I see posts about Monday.  Now I know it's Monday.

The restocking at the store continues.  And with this unseasonably cool weather, we could not resist having our doors open.  We worried this would encourage people to come in while we were closed, but only one made the attempt to poke their head in.  The rest were actually deterred by the giant sign blocking the door and a gigantor mess just inside that looks like the Jolly Green Giant puked up a meal of about 150 purses and 200 pairs of shoes.

Speaking of shoes and purses, you would think that I would be in heaven being assigned the chore of sorting and selecting which shoes and purses are seen during the preview event we have Thursday night.  Well, let me tell you...after about the 40th brown shoe and 29th black purse, you just kind of are OVER IT.  Yes, the purse fiend and shoe whore just does not care.  It's all about matching, selecting, inserting into a display, stuffing the purse, stuffing the boots so they stand upright, move to the next display, match, select, insert, stuff.  Move along, match, select, insert, stuff.  Sometimes, it's match, select, insert, stuff, realize it just does not flow quite right (have I ever mentioned I'm a perfectionist?) and the whole thing is scrapped, and the match, select, insert and stuff starts all over again.  And this goes on for HOURS. 

Our customers, and those who beg to work for us are really convinced these restocking days are spent with us getting our hands on merchandise to buy first, and that our hours and days creating an entirely new store are like a private shopping event held in our honor.  Ummmm....NO.  I personally have spent the last two days of stocking hauling countless bins.  Unwrapping breakables.  Loading large prints, metal art, and large deco pieces out of storage.  Scattering it throughout the front of the store, staring at it until I'm inspired, slowly putting pieces together into displays until I am completely satisfied that it just can NOT look any better than what I've accomplished.  I then move on to shoes and purses, working them into our displays of home decor, building more displays within the clothing, storing away everything I did not use after I sort all remaining merchandise into "premiere #2 and premiere #3" bins.  Throwing what remains outside of that into storage bins to be worked throughout the store as pieces sell.  Yes...there IS that much.  Which means I don't see a single piece of clothing, jewelry, or accessories because I've been buried in decorating, purses, and shoes.  I have no clue what everyone else working has seen.  I don't even THINK about shopping, except for the goal to finish so that there's a little time to get away and go to TJ Maxx for some down time.  I get paid to do this because it is WORK, and I may absolutely love and adore what I do, but these little rascals begging to work for us really just have NO CLUE. 

What day is it again?

I kind of miss life right now.  I'm not missing cooking.  I miss the half glass of a Jack and Coke that disappeared way too quickly in a short amount of time.  I'm a pretty damn optimistic person, but I look at that glass and think, yeah, that's definitely half empty.  I even miss the bobby pin queen, because she's working oodles of hours, I'm working oodles of hours, and I think I see her sleeping in the early morning more than I actually see her with her eyes open.  I miss the yard work I could be doing, but after being on my knees sorting through purses and shoes most of the day, I know kneeling in a flowerbed weeding is probably not the best idea.  I miss TJ Maxx.  I miss the Sirius radio that shut off automatically because apparently my free subscription ran out on the drive home tonight.  My ear started hurting the moment the music went off, and I don't know if that's some kind of weird withdrawl happening already or it's because I missed my allergy pill this morning.

However, I balanced my checkbook, put gas in my car, poured a cocktail, and remembered to go to the bank, so I feel like I am superhuman-got-my-shit-together woman.  And I now know it is July 14th...a Monday, no less.

And I caught myself looking at purses online tonight.

Please, feel free to slap me now.