Holiday

Brian called me from work a few minutes ago, and told me to stay home.  There weren't enough orders to justify me coming in today.  I like my job, and I like doing it, and I like getting paid for it.  I also like staying home, though.
I asked a friend who is married what the biggest difference was about that new state of life.  He told me it was that when you're married, and you spend two hours idly surfing the internet trying to find some song lyric that you only half-remember, there is another human being around to look at you in such a way that you realize all the twenty ways you could have better used that time.  He and his wife had dubbed it "crumbing out".  It was to be avoided.  It made me laugh because it's true... I excuse the wasting of time an awful lot when it's just me holding me accountable.  So hopefully no crumbing out today.  The Lord knows that I have needs, and He provides for me.  Therefore when he provides me a break from work, I should honor Him in that too.  For the record, responsible napping counts.  We must be good stewards of ourselves as much as anything else.
Brian is the dispatcher at Sugee's Box Lunch Company.  He's worked there for over twenty years.  He curses a lot under his breath when it's busy, and he knows pretty much every street in King County.  "So go south on 140th until just after you pass Bel-Red, then it's the next driveway on your left, immediately, across from 24-hour fitness.  You'll have to drive all the way to the back of the office complex over a few speed bumps and then it's around to your right.  It's secured so you have to push a doorbell and they'll let you in."  Every now and then I manage to say something that cracks him up, which is a good feeling because I worry that he gets so stressed out.
I reported to him about my last delivery of the day, yesterday.  "So, that lady who called from Eastside Skincare was actually from The Little School."
"Oh," he said, "Ellen, right.  I thought I recognized the name,"
"Yeah, she was there getting a treatment.  The owner was there and Ellen I guess had been telling her about us because she wanted a sandwich.  She asked if she could just tell her order to me.  'It'll be faster if you call in,' I told her.  'I don't have time for that!' she insists.  So I go 'Well... I could call them.' and she says 'Yeah, okay do that'.  So that was that weird phone call you got."
The phone call in question was me trying to dictate an order that was sort of being half shouted from right next to me by someone reading a menu and having trouble making up their mind, but still in a terrible hurry. 
"So I came back here and got the sandwich and brought it to her, and she asks me 'how much is it?' and I tell her '$10.17', and she pulls out eleven dollars and looks at it in a concentrating way then adds one, and then takes one back, and then asks Ellen her client 'Will eleven dollars cover that?'"
Ellen told her to give me twelve.

-J