sexitaries day

got there late, which sucked. but there was one customer in the store at the time. one. where were the lines? what the HELL were we gonna do with all these flowers? at 9, i was pretty worried. but they did come. 92 orders. i'm exhausted. i went from work to class- creative nonfiction. i just got home. the real kicker was the balloon fiasco. there's this order for us to blow up 75 balloons tomorrow. no time. when the guy comes down with 100 balloons, he says he wants them at 7. we say no way, he takes is balloons away, his boss comes, it's a mess. at 4.45, they decide they will take us up on our best offer, which is pick up at 8.30. i take it, and we're out of helium, so ch calls the helium place- which closes at 5. our back up place closes at 4.30 and doesn't open til 9. what the heck are we going to do? i left to go to class, but ch went to target and bought those stupid party helium canisters. but there were only 2- that's 33 balloons each. so at 8.30 am ricky will be at doolin's door with our empty helium tank, and hopefully we can polish off the last 34 balloons before they come at 9 to pick up the last bunch. as i wrote in the scratch pad, tears will be shed. i gotta go to bed so i'm ready. but i also must work on my emails- i'm up to cory's- it's a fairies critique- i still have to talk about fairies, don't i?