Boo hiss, part II

As I may or may not have mentioned, I’m going to Sweden with Martin’s dad’s family in week 28. I got the week off from work, but am working a buttload of extra shifts the week before. And this is where the funny part comes in – I thought, obviously, since I’d been told that it was week 28, that we would be leaving on Monday in that week. What we’re actually going to do is leave on Friday in week 27. I have shifts the whole. weekend. This means that I either have to trade three shifts, two of which I’ve already said I’d cover for other people, or take the train for 12 hours by myself. If I take the train, I’ll only get three whole days there before we head back home, as opposed to almost a whole week. Not to mention I’ll miss the car and ferry ride up there with the family.

This bites. I’m going to text all my co-workers tomorrow and plead and barter. I’ll take their crappy shifts if they take one of my three; it means more stupid shifts for me, but the alternative (12 hours changing from train to bus to train to bus to another bus to train, by myself, all surrounded by strange Swedish people?) is much worse.

On the up-side, though, I get to go home to see my own family tomorrow (Martin’s not coming – exams). I’m going to miss this year’s WWKIP day – I thought it was Sunday because last year it was the 14th. I thought it would be the 14th again this year, which is on Sunday. Nothing to do about it, but I’m quite disappointed. I would’ve loved to have seen some of my old friends in Århus! But I’m going to see my family that I haven’t seen in a long time, and I get a whole Sunday with my dad. And then Monday morning, we leave for London! So this will probably be my last post until I get back some time next week. I promise to take lots and lots of pictures! :)

Have a nice weekend everyone. See you when I get back!

(P.S. To the customer who chose to step in a strawberry and then wiped his/her shoe all around the veggie/fruit section – kiss my tiny, pale ass. I spent almost half an hour cleaning the sticky mess up from the floor. At least have the courtesy to tell us when it happened!

P.P.S. To the man with his young grandson who was buying him an ice cream – you made my day. Thank you. He told his grandson he hoped he had enough money, but if he didn’t then the boy should eat his ice cream really quickly when I’d scanned it, or they would have to run away. The boy’s eyes got huge and he got sad and said he wasn’t sure he could eat it that fast. I love the children who come to my store.)