Behind the Market Table: Part Four

(I know, I know, I’m tardy.)

So. I have a market this weekend. And because I have a full day tomorrow, I had to get everything done today. Who’d like a wee peek into the craziness that is the last day before a market? Good, because that’s what you’re getting!

3:45am
*wakes up and sees the time* Nooooooooo… *rolls over and tries to go back to sleep*

4:30am
Okay, so sleep isn’t happening. I’ll play on my phone for a while.

5:45am
Goddamn bladder. I’m up, I’m up.
Puzzle: YOU WOKE ME UP!
Me: Uh-huh, okay.
Puzzle: I AM SO MAD.
Me: Do you want pets or something?
Puzzle: YOU WOKE ME UP!
Me: We’ve covered that. Not sorry. *heads downstairs*
Puzzle: I WANT OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW.
Me: Right now?
Puzzle: RIGHT NOW RIGHT NOW RIGHT NOW!
Me: Okie-doke *opens door*
Time to be productive, with my caffeine and muffin and fruit.

6:45am
Time for a break/stretch. Check the door, let the cat in.

7:00am
Make a list of everything that needs doing.

7:15am
Panic just a little (because my motivation, and the anxiety that goes with it, is nil.)

7:20am
Get started on one of the strings of tasks, finishing the short stories I plan to debut at the market. This involves editing two short stories, printing ten copies of each, and writing/printing/cutting/gluing envelope labels for the second story (since I did the first one yesterday.)

8:30am
Run up and down the stairs a few times, from basement to second floor, because I go upstairs for more paper but get distracted talking to/about the cat.

8:40am
Add more tasks to to-do list.

8:45am
Realize that the ten labels I just printed are the wrong ones. Argue with laptop before figuring out a way to save and print the correct file. Instead of cutting and gluing the labels while the stories print, now I have to wait until the labels print last.

8:50am
Gather up Shaman’s Trinkets bracelets, ruler, box cutter, and new boards. Let the printer work its magic while I cut the boards to fit the bracelets onto them

9:30am
Realize the printer has been done for a while. Collate printed stories.

9:45am
Start cutting and gluing envelope labels for second story.

9:50am
Stick freshly-glued envelopes under a pile of books, because dollar store gluesticks are crap. Start folding and stuffing copies of the first story into envelopes.

10:00am
Resume putting bracelets on boards. Goodness, it’s tedious.

12:15pm
Need. Food. Time for a stuffing my face/playing on my phone break.

2:30pm
Oh crap, still more stuff to do, and at most, five and a half hours before I crash.

2:40pm
Gather up all stock that I’m taking to do a final inventory and add the necessary items to my payment app.

4:00pm
Finish packing up stock bag.

4:05pm
Begin running around and up/down the stairs, hunting for display items and stock box items.

4:15pm
Is the cat outside? Can’t remember. Check the door. No cat. Must be inside.

4:20pm
Sit down and unpack back entirely, sorting through all items. Write up list of stock box items, so I can type up a printable list later.

4:25pm
Puzzle: I HEARD THE DOOR.
Me: Sure did.
Puzzle: I WANT OUTSIDE.
Me: I’m sure you do.
Puzzle: MOVE OFF THE STAIRS.
Me: I’m busy right now. You can go around.
Puzzle: NO. MOVE.
Me: Nope.
Puzzle: I WANT TO GO OUTSIDE.
Me: Then learn to open the door yourself. Actually, no, don’t do that.

4:40pm
Realize the card reader needs a charge. Oops!

5:00pm
Realize the Big Fancy necklace stand is…dunno where. Uh-oh. Time for more cardio.

5:10pm
Find Big Fancy. Yay!

5:15pm
Start re-packing market bag.

5:30pm
Zip-up market bag. Lights and card reader are still charging, but they can go in later.

5:35pm
Holy crap, I’m done. Whaaaat. What am I forgetting? I’ve got time to remember. Type up printable stock box list for next market.

5:45pm
OH CRAP, MY APRON. I AM NOT FORGETTING THAT AGAIN. And I should get my stock bag and the ammo box (yes, the ST bracelet cards are in an ammo box) upstairs, so I don’t forget them. Same with the three lights that are charged. And the papers that I need for my appointment in the morning. And I really should toss the rest of the hot-cold packs in the freezer. And get the insulated bag ready for whatever snacks I’m taking…

And that’s how it goes when I’m not rushing to make extra stock…

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