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Last week, one of my espresso machines stopped working. I have a back-up, so we fired that up and I figured that I'd have the money to pay the repair guy next week.

Except that the back-up machine stopped working yesterday.

This morning's marquee:
Oh No! Broken Espresso Machine! All Drip $1


The repair guy got here at 8:30, and a little before 10am, I changed the sign to:

Yea! Espresso Machine is Fixed! Tall Latte $2


Yesterday, staring at the two broken espresso machines, I had a moment of clarity. Well, first, I had a moment of heart-racing panic. Then everything in my head just slowed the fuck down. And it's stayed that way.

A while back, I wrote to a friend I've always been at my best on shifting sands; it's true. When there's an emergency, I have maybe four heart beats of panic, followed by calm clarity. I don't know if it's adrenalin or serotonin -- maybe the adrenalin triggers a cascade of serotonin? Does this mean that my brain has trained me to seek chaos, or has the chaos changed my brain? My childhood was tense but not particularly chaotic -- though maybe I'm not a good judge of that. Or is it something else? How does the chemistry of the mania and the migraines tie in?

bleh

Aug. 20th, 2008 03:50 pm
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If my head would stop hurting, the world would be a better place. It's just hard to think past the migraine. It's hard to remember what life was like before the migraines.

I tried writing, but can't focus. I cleaned the soft-serve machine and wiped down the walls around the coffee machines. I placed an order for stock, and made up a shopping list. Before the headache, I wrote two long emails and waited on about 40 customers.

Amy and the boys are cleaning the house. People are coming over to look at the puppies. Tomorrow I have an appointment to talk to the principal of the alternative high school, for Justin.

Being the second half of the month, I have tallies and columns running through my mind. Our overhead is about $125/day, so right now we are paying ourselves about $100/wk. We are open a total of 119 hours/wk. If I paid $8/hr for each of those hours, it'd come to $952/wk. I am anxious to see if we will make those kinds of sales. We'd have to have daily sales of around $225-$250. Right now, we're averaging $140/day. NMU starts next Monday, and the public schools the Monday after that; I've been told that sales would double when the schools start back up -- that's what's happened in previous years. If that's true, I have nothing to worry about...

Damned headache -- temple, eye socket, cheekbone, upper teeth, jaw, lower teeth. Carl will be here in an hour and a half, and then I go to get supplies, and then I go to my cleaner house, throw some laundry in the wash, take a shower and go to bed.

Woots!

Aug. 3rd, 2008 07:35 pm
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My sales are up! We have a 6.62% increase over last week, making for a total of 12.11% increase from four weeks ago!

On a side note, I'm so friggin' tired that I can barely think... And my house is nasty. Actually, things are unraveling a bit at home -- piles of unwashed laundry, dirty dishes stacked in random corners, Fred stepped in dog poop and tracked it all through the house - there's still some smeared on the stair carpeting... Animal House Lives!

And I STILL DON'T HAVE MY SIGN

But...

WOOTS!
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I was really doing ok up until I wrote this line: As his hand reached out for the switch, he could see very clearly some other hand pasted over his hand, some other hand reaching out for some other door. He closed his eyes hard.

I was in the shop. )
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So, we'll see how today goes.

Yesterday, Mike and I went down to Wisconsin to pick up another Festiva; the frame of my last one rusted out. On the way down, he helped me rough out the plot of the next
Alkyone
story and I came up with a setting for the one after that. When I have those two done, I'll have my first (level? ring? platform?) done, and I'll move up to the next level. Sometimes I think of them as North, South, East, West and sometimes I think of them as Sunrise, Midday, Sunset, Midnight.

It was five hours down and five hours back, plus an hour at the guys' house and a stop for dinner. We didn't get home until after 11pm, and then I had to run and get milk for the shop. We turned in around 12:30, and I couldn't go to sleep. Finanlly fell asleep around 2am.

And got woken at 3:30 am by the police, who said that the drive-through windows of the shop were both wide open. So I got up and dressed and went down there. Nothing looked out of place. I'm pretty darn sure that the windows were barred when I dropped off the milk. Either I'm wrong, or someone climbed very carefully through another window that I'm pretty sure *was* open. And didn't disturb anything. I actually can imagine one of the crew that hangs around my place "breaking in" and stealing an ice cream cone. I dunno.

So the police and I looked around, I closed up and went back home and fell slept from about 4:30am to 5:45am and now I'm here. Yay. Today's schedule is 6:30a-2:30p at the shop, and 3p-9:30p at the home aide job.

edit: Carl says he forgot to close the windows. *yeesh*

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