Black Friday
The day after Thanksgiving. Nationally recognized as the busiest shopping day of the year. And I had to work.
Let's just say it lived up to the name.
My day-length adventure began at 5:30 this morning as I dragged my groggy self out of bed to the sound of three alarm clocks. I picked up a cold early during the week, and it's found its way into my sinuses. Yesterday I woke up to a biting migraine that thankfully died out with some persuasion from three Ibuprofen caplets and a cold rag. I wasn't taking any chances of sleeping through my radio alarm, so I set my cell phone alarm to go off, and I got up bright and ready. Add some Total cereal with dried strawberries mixed in with the milk, and I was set.
I was enjoying the pleasant Christmas music playing on HIS Radio as I drove on the interstate with the sky still dark until I got to Haywood. It's a bad omen when all the parking lots are filled to bursting at just after 6:00 in the morning. I did find a decent parking space, though, and hurried inside. You'd never know it was early if you saw the interior of the mall. People were everywhere! Moms, Dads, even little kids were already out in force to storm the stores once they opened for business. Christmas decorations were up, too, and that combined with recent renovations done to it made it seem fresh and new. A sense of urgency, too. I rushed to the food court.
Customers. Crowds and crowds of customers already piled up outside of Chick-Fil-A. My jaw literally dropped in shock; I mean, I was expecting this, of course, but ... *sigh* I sped up my pace and dashed inside. No sooner had I clocked in than I was dropped into hashbrown duty. For the next three hours, I shoveled mountains upon mountains of hashbrowns and helped serve the occasional chicken and sausage biscuit. I'm not really a breakfast person, so my time came later with the lunch crush. Hashbrowns turned into french fries. Lots and lots of french fries. I had to keep seven mediums, four smalls, and three larges in stock at all times, and had all four fry cookers working overtime to stay loaded. It pays to have a system, but I was seriously afraid the machines were going to overload from the excessive heat. By morning's end, the peanut oil was the color of charcoal. I know, I know. Too much information for you.
Somehow we made it through the day. God is awesome. It's so much better to lean on Him and not my puny strength. At least Saturday felt more normal. Goodnight and God bless!
Song of the Day: 4Him - "The Season of Love"
Verse of the Day: "Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe." - Hebrews 12:28
Let's just say it lived up to the name.
My day-length adventure began at 5:30 this morning as I dragged my groggy self out of bed to the sound of three alarm clocks. I picked up a cold early during the week, and it's found its way into my sinuses. Yesterday I woke up to a biting migraine that thankfully died out with some persuasion from three Ibuprofen caplets and a cold rag. I wasn't taking any chances of sleeping through my radio alarm, so I set my cell phone alarm to go off, and I got up bright and ready. Add some Total cereal with dried strawberries mixed in with the milk, and I was set.
I was enjoying the pleasant Christmas music playing on HIS Radio as I drove on the interstate with the sky still dark until I got to Haywood. It's a bad omen when all the parking lots are filled to bursting at just after 6:00 in the morning. I did find a decent parking space, though, and hurried inside. You'd never know it was early if you saw the interior of the mall. People were everywhere! Moms, Dads, even little kids were already out in force to storm the stores once they opened for business. Christmas decorations were up, too, and that combined with recent renovations done to it made it seem fresh and new. A sense of urgency, too. I rushed to the food court.
Customers. Crowds and crowds of customers already piled up outside of Chick-Fil-A. My jaw literally dropped in shock; I mean, I was expecting this, of course, but ... *sigh* I sped up my pace and dashed inside. No sooner had I clocked in than I was dropped into hashbrown duty. For the next three hours, I shoveled mountains upon mountains of hashbrowns and helped serve the occasional chicken and sausage biscuit. I'm not really a breakfast person, so my time came later with the lunch crush. Hashbrowns turned into french fries. Lots and lots of french fries. I had to keep seven mediums, four smalls, and three larges in stock at all times, and had all four fry cookers working overtime to stay loaded. It pays to have a system, but I was seriously afraid the machines were going to overload from the excessive heat. By morning's end, the peanut oil was the color of charcoal. I know, I know. Too much information for you.
Somehow we made it through the day. God is awesome. It's so much better to lean on Him and not my puny strength. At least Saturday felt more normal. Goodnight and God bless!
Song of the Day: 4Him - "The Season of Love"
Verse of the Day: "Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe." - Hebrews 12:28
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