He wanted me to work Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday this weekend so I could sell firewood at the shop while he made firewood deliveries in anticipation of this cold front that’s about to hammer us. As much as I would have liked the extra hours, I had to say no. Lots of reasons for that, too many to list.
I thought just working Friday and Saturday would be OK.
I need to learn to quit thinking. It’s usually my first mistake.
Side note: I’ll never forget the first time I heard that. I was talking to another recovering addict, and I said “I’ve been thinking”. The response I got was “that’s usually my first mistake.” I fell over laughing, because it is so true.
Yesterday was brutal. It was a non-stop marathon of chucking firewood from point A to point B. It got so bad at one point that I had pickup trucks lined up in the driveway, drivers outside the vehicles, waiting their turn to get loaded with firewood. The boss wasn’t there so I had no forklift service, which meant all that firewood had to be loaded by hand.
Customers were helping other customers load firewood, I was collecting payment from everybody waiting in line; at the other end of the parking lot, a guy was loading his own truck. It was insane.
One of the boss’s friends stopped by and started helping customers, showing them what was available & how much it cost, and helping people load small stacks of wood into their vehicles. It took me a while to remember that this guy owns a company that sells dirt and mulch and such, and that he probably knew how to operate heavy equipment. Once I remembered that, we had forklift service.
I’m glad yesterday is over. I’m just afraid that today will be a repeat performance. Send help STAT