sorry I'm late

It's been an odd kind of day.
I planned on sleeping late, since I didn't have to be at work until 10am.
Well, that didn't happen, I woke up at 6.45.

I pottered around, cooked my porridge, (ate it too), made my bed, took a look at my pots of seeds, which aren't showing the slightest sign of life apart from the beans which are starting to climb already.
I must remember to plant more seeds.
I knew I had some shopping to do, but I also knew that if I went to Coles and shopped, then I wouldn't want to be bothered going back by 10 to start my shift.

So I dithered around for another couple of hours, did my shoulder exercises like a good girl, ouch, they still hurt, and I don't seem to be making any more progress with the shoulder movement.

When I eventually got to work, having been up doing nothing much for quite some time, I was feeling a bit tired. Boredom will do that to you.

I felt like I was doing my work in a dream. The store was very busy, as is normal for Saturdays from about 10am onwards. It seems that Saturday is still the main shopping day for families.
Several staff members had called in sick, so there was a shortage, especially when the shoppers would all turn up at once to the checkout area.

Why does this happen I wonder? There will be people all over the store with trolleys or baskets, even people who have rushed in for "just a couple of things", so they don't bother with a basket, but then on the way around they'll spot other things they either need or want and get those too.
Watching them juggle armfuls of stuff while trying to pick up just one more thing is quite funny.
If I happen to be doing the basket collecting, I'll sometimes offer them a basket, only to have them say, Oh no thanks, I'm fine. So I walk away as they chase that tin of soup they've just dropped.
But I digress. These customers are all over the store, with no-one checking out.

Then it's as if a buzzer goes off in all their heads at once and like a mob of sheep they all follow each other to the front of the store, lining up at all available checkouts. The staff there work as fast as they can, but the odd customer still gets a little impatient. Maybe if they'd headed to the checkout earlier they'd be out by now? Most of them are happy enough to stand in line and chat to everyone else.

Because I felt like I wasn't really there, all this seemed like I was dreaming and I kept wanting to wake up and still be home.

Eventually my shift was over and I came home, changed my shirt and headed straight back to do my own shopping. Grabbed my granny trolley and off I went, zipped around the aisles, checked out and finally was home for the rest of the day. I planned on reading the paper, reading a few blogs, checking my email, but my feet insisted on a rest first so I lay down on the couch and promptly fell asleep!

Woke up about a half an hour ago...... and just like that, *snap*, the day is gone!