It's probably never a good thing when you're awakened at 9 am, after getting no sleep thanks to a teething toddler, to hear that the fire alarms are going off at the shop. "What should we do?" they asked.
"Evacuate the building" I replied, and threw on some clothes and jumped in the car. My car was trashed. Somebody broke into it and rifled through everything. Stole a pair of designer prescription (joke's on them) sunglasses). No time to fret about it - had to get to the "fire".
Drove right past the coffee warehouse where I was supposed to pick up our supply on the way to work. Who needs coffee in a cafe, eh?
When I arrived the alarms were going off for a second time, allegedly triggered by a power washer. No fire though. So I guess there was no need for all that water under our doors and seeping through walls.
The power washer finished our ramp before we opened as he had promised but proceeded to power wash the top two floors of our building, raining down mud and debris on our umbrellas, our outdoor furniture and our precious dog water bowls. He helped clean up the furniture, at least.
The rain down here on the beach means that our sales are approximately 10% of what they would be on a sunny day when people are out and about and buying ice cream. We don't sweat it too much except that today we had three staff people there prepping for a wedding on the weekend anyway so we stayed open and served a few cups of coffee, some hot chocolate and a couple bowls of soup to bedraggled passersby.
One person did come in and order a sandwich, but phoned later to say the lettuce and avocado were not fresh and...sure enough....she was right! After the last fresh veggies were delivered, the week-old ones were not discarded and kitchen staff didn't realize. Apologized profusely. Told her we'd refund the sandwich and comp her another one on the menu the next time she came in.
Went nuts organizing the fridge, throwing out perfectly good food and then got soaking wet going out in the rain to get all new fresh vegetables, just to be sure.
I've been working on some sugar flowers for a wedding cake for Saturday. Someone is making their own cake and just wanted to purchase the flowers. No biggie, right? Wrong. I can't find my proper cutter to make Gerbera daisies so had to improvise with another cutter and each daisy, rather than taking 15 minutes to make, now takes at least 45. Hashtag losing money.
Made myself a nice Chai latte with my own milk I keep here for the baby. Something to soothe my nerves since God only knows what the flowers would look like if I got into the rum we use for our trifle. A nice long swig and a deep breath. *gag* Oh right. The baby isn't here very much these past two weeks since the grandparents are on holiday. So it was stale-dated and had gone off.
I decided to write a blog tonight instead of impale myself with a rose nail.