(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!
*wakes up and sees the time* Nooooooooo… *rolls over and tries to go back to sleep*
Okay, so sleep isn’t happening. I’ll play on my phone for a while.
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.
Time for a break/stretch. Check the door, let the cat in.
Make a list of everything that needs doing.
Panic just a little (because my motivation, and the anxiety that goes with it, is nil.)
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.)
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.
Add more tasks to to-do list.
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.
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
Realize the printer has been done for a while. Collate printed stories.
Start cutting and gluing envelope labels for second story.
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.
Resume putting bracelets on boards. Goodness, it’s tedious.
Need. Food. Time for a stuffing my face/playing on my phone break.
Oh crap, still more stuff to do, and at most, five and a half hours before I crash.
Gather up all stock that I’m taking to do a final inventory and add the necessary items to my payment app.
Finish packing up stock bag.
Begin running around and up/down the stairs, hunting for display items and stock box items.
Is the cat outside? Can’t remember. Check the door. No cat. Must be inside.
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.
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.
Puzzle: I WANT TO GO OUTSIDE.
Me: Then learn to open the door yourself. Actually, no, don’t do that.
Realize the card reader needs a charge. Oops!
Realize the Big Fancy necklace stand is…dunno where. Uh-oh. Time for more cardio.
Find Big Fancy. Yay!
Start re-packing market bag.
Zip-up market bag. Lights and card reader are still charging, but they can go in later.
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.
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…