4am: Coffee please.
430am: Cat is hungry. What the hell? Now he wants to go out?
5am: Walk down the driveway with 3 bags of trash.
530am: Get dinner ready in the crock pot.
6am: Shower, wash hair and get dressed.
630am: Christi picking me up for work.
7am: Pat shows up with a bagel and coffee. I resolve never to tell her to shut up again.
730am: Last day of billing. Get it done.
8am: Phone starts ringing.
830am: Orders pile up.
9am: I need a break.
930am: Rush requests.
10am: Is it lunch time yet? I am hungry.
1030am: 4 of 5 crazies resolve to quit.
11am: Eating mac and cheese. Best ever.
1130am: Go for a walk.
12 noon: 40 more orders? Why?
1230pm: Pat goes to Mcd’s. Brings me French fries. oink oink.
1pm: More redirected orders. I have an intimate relationship with UPS.
130pm: Co workers show up at my desk with good news. Everything is hunky dory.
2pm: Iglou makes coffee and carries the hot orders to pre press.
230pm: The car dealership calls. My car is ready.
3pm: What? 3 o’clock already? Only a half hour to get everything billed.
330pm: Christi is out front. Time to go.
4pm: Got my car. Hip hip hooray!
430pm: Wine store.
5pm: Local pub. “I’m back!”
530pm: Home again, home again, jiggity jig.
6pm: So very happy! Dinner is ready, and tomorrow, I am back to my routine.
The last day of September: One of my favorite months is over. But tomorrow, well, tomorrow, I guess the cats will have to wait til 7am to eat. And I will be back on my game.