Really, 29? Really
So, already skipped a day. That's me for you. Anyway, let's start with yesterday.
First, a bit about me. I have one older sister, a niece (six), an 18-month-old nephew, and two step-nephews (10 and 12). My niece adores me. She sees me, hugs me with all her might (and she's oddly strong for a six-year-old). My nephew... not so much. He sees me, smiles, and then runs to mom or dad or Grandpa (his grandpa, not mine). So, that's basically the only thing I did yesterday, visit them. I held my nephew for a total of 30 seconds, all with him struggling to get away.
Then, eight o'clock, a text is sent to the family. He's saying 'I oo An Manny.' Translation, 'I love you, Aunt Amanda.' It was adorable, a few minutes of him saying my name and being all out adorable. My niece too. Total spirit lifter.
Enter today. Back to work after three glorious days off. I'm a barista at Starbucks in a Target. I notice that we're low on certain cups and lids. So, as long as there were two of us, I decided I was going to get more boxes of mentioned items from the side stock room. First, all is good. I have a full cart of lids of different sorts.
Then disaster strikes. The Grande cold cups (the most used at this time of the year) are way up on a shelf high above my heard. No problem. I get up on a ladder, grab the box...
Okay, problem. I have trouble with these boxes. They're heavy. Apparently, too heavy for me to bring up and down on a ladder. I fell. Crashed against a cart that was behind me, scraping my arm and hitting my ribs. Then fell to the concrete floor on my ass. I have literally just made everything twice as hard. My ass hurts. My arm stings. And my ribs and throbbing on and off. I don't think I broke anything, but I'll probably find out in a few days at the doctor's office.
I think I'll be posting again in a few hours, but my lunch (half) hour is over and I have to get back to work. Until next time...
Please can I be 30 finally.