I went to the Thrift Store today with madre. I was SO anxious and excited because I was sure I would find some really good stuff, especially after my awesome day there last week. Well, it didn't go as well. It all started when I was pileing shirt after shirt, sweater after sweater, into my cart. After, oh, an hour, I was ready to try on. So, I did. I literally tried on 30 different things. And came home with 3. I got a cute cable sweater that matches my glasses, a really cute workout shirt that's hot pink, and a crazy blue zip up pullover for "running" that has neon yellow adidas stripes on the arms. Pretty sick.
Then I went to work. Oh my, what a disaster. We had about 60 dozen rolls on order for Christmas. As of 5:00 this evening, we had literally only 8 dozen in the freezer. Things went wrong when the snow hit Wyoming. Thus, the truck that had 180 dozen rolls to deliver never made it. The truck is still stuck in Salt Lake. We had to call people one by one and tell them the bad news. These are people who REALLY like our rolls. I don't really understand the concept of having another person make rolls for you because I've always grown up with homemade rolls, whether it be Grandma, Mom or Ryan. So anyway, we called the people, some OK with it, some very upset. A lot of gasps and "You're kidding me! I have 30 people coming over!" It was a little awkward. There were a lot of silent moments after telling them the bad news. One phone call, I was slightly concerned the lady slumped over in shock.
2 comments:
I have a suggestion let's start a movement to change Christmas to April 6th (Christ's real birth anyway) there will be a lot less storm related disasters. Or we could all move to South America and celebrate Christmas in the middle of the summer.
Or you could just move to Arizona and never get snow, which is a blessing and a curse. I'm curious to know how you decided who got the precious frew dozen rolls in the freezer. Was it first come first serve, or was there a lottery, or some other such nonesense? I can see that being a very dangerous event, especially at Deseret Book. Those ladies are serious about their stuff. Merry Christmas, Laura!
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