Working girl
I'm holding down the fort today at Mad About Ewes. I get to spend all day surrounded by yarn and patterns. Dave should be very afraid. I've already found a great vest pattern that I'm thinking of getting with him in mind. I've cast a few sidelong glances at the yarn I'd probably use to make it, but I haven't made any direct eye contact with it yet. I'll save that for later.
I worked retail the majority of my pre-Henry working girl life, but never really had to use a cash register. Lack of register experience is causing some anxiety but I keep reminding myself that it's just a glorified calculator, how much havoc can I actually wreak on it, but then the image of some poor cashier standing in front of a register that's won't stop beeping at her pops into my head and I break into a cold sweat. I have had one cash sale so far and it went pretty smoothly so that's a good start.
The first store I worked at (Wilderness House) didn't have any cash registers at all. We would write everything up in those cash books you can buy at Staples and if someone was buying a lot of items, we would total the items on a calculator that printed up a ticker tape. Sometimes, especially around Christmas, we would fill up several pages of a cash book for one sale. Every once in a while, I have an anxiety dream where I'm working at Wilderness House, it's Christmas, there's a long line of people waiting to check out, and they all have a lot of stocking stuffers in their basket. I'm trying to add up someone's purchase on the aforementioned calculator except I keep hitting a wrong number and having to start all over again. Meanwhile the checkout line keeps getting longer and longer. Usually the day after having one of those dreams, I can't even look at a calculator without getting a little panicky.
I hope none of that happens today. What if I'm semi-clairvoyant and that dream was actually a vision of my future, except my subconscious got the zip code wrong? Sobering thought...