I need to clean the apartment. The unfortunate thing about that is that I don't want to. I'd rather chill at a coffee shop the whole afternoon. Who likes to clean? It seems like I just did that! All those dirty dishes in the sink....

Work has been AWFUL lately. Steeplechase went very well though -- everything went out perfectly. I'd been at work an awful lot leading up to Steeplechase and was absolutely sick of it. Yesterday, being Mother's Day, we were slammed. James didn't come in, and Drew called out around 11am because he was sick (oh, poor boy). When 1:30, the usual shift-change time, rolled around, I was the only manager in the store. I told Drew to call James and then expected that one of them would show up...but no, neither of them did. And I couldn't get in touch with either of them, either. I wanted to cry. Amanda (blessings on her soul) came in around 3 to close the store. She hadn't actually worked in the store in a month or two, but apparently had today off. Oh, what a dear!

I'm off today and hoping that nobody calls me in and asks me to close.

I've gotta go to the doctor for an annual at 4, anyway. NOT looking forward to that. It's gonna be expensive, too. Blah.

I think that two people wished me a happy Mother's Day -- Sharon (at work), and Ryan. I was touched, but not really surprised that they were the only two. :(