I've been busy working at Paper Tales lately. They have me in an on-call position. It's very similar to say a doctor being called in for surgery or a pilot needed for a last minute flight to London. As a matter of fact, it's practically the same thing.....except that I deal with last minute scrapbook and crafting emergencies instead of heart transplants. Like I said, practically the same.
Anyway, while working there last night, I realized that I didn't have the key or the code to close the shop. I called Michelle and left her a message about needing the key and trailing off with "oh yeah, how do you log back into the cash register....and, where's my damn parking spot......" As I was waiting for her to call me back, I was thinking that if she never gets my message, I may have to stay longer than closing.....maybe, quite possibly, I would have to stay there all night long. It was like one of those dreams you had as a kid where you're locked in a candy factory for the night and your only means of survival is chocolate bars and gummy bears.
So, just in case, I got my back up plan in order. I would go get a hamburger, shake and fries next door at Daddio's for dinner; I would turn the comfy couch into a bed for sleeping; I would stay up as long as I could working on craft projects using the new Teresa Collins' paper; and, if I had the time, possibly dabble in the Tattered Angel's new spritzer stuff. I wondered out loud to myself as well as a few customers, if Von's would deliver a pint of Haagan Daaz to me for a midnight snack.
While trying to decide beween chocolate chocolate chip or dulce leche the phone rang......She would be there in a minute to drop off the key.
Darn. I should have never called her.