Work at Red Door
Jun. 9th, 2017 09:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogI'm not sure when I was last this sore. We had a hay delivery at the shelter; at least a thousand pounds of hay in 25 pound and 50 pound bales in boxes. We store them in stacks two wide and up to about eight feet high in a strangely tall, narrow room that I soon realized was once a staircase.
Apparently I impressed people by hauling the 50 pounders up over my head and passing them up onto the stacks. "I used to be stronger," I said. "The last time I tried to pick up my grandfather's anvil, I couldn't get it off the floor." At first, another staff member thought I was joking about the anvil...
It was a long, busy day. We had the hay delivery, three people coming to buy hay or rabbit litter, four bunnies come in for boarding, someone come in to fix our internet (which was down most of the day), several drop-offs of donations, and a delivery of t-shirts. Then a re-delivery of t-shirts because the printers originally gave the volunteer picking them up the wrong order and she had to drive all the way back into town to get them. Again.
And I was up earlier than normal this morning. We usually put Piper in her crate in the living room before bed. Otherwise, she wuffles and whines about being on floor in the bedroom instead of in bed, and when in bed she wakes Danae up. Last night, as we were going to bed, she was already sleeping on a pile of clothes and I suggested we try leaving her in again. That went well, and I liked being able to gently stroke her as I was lying in bed.
I woke up at 6:30, rather than 7:45 as usual, to the sound of Piper throwing up on my clothes on the floor. So I dashed her out to the kitchen and cleaned up, and by then it was quarter past 7, so I figured I might as well stay up.
I was an hour and a half late getting home since we were running behind all day. I'd left my phone at home by mistake, and Danae had no idea where I was and was rather anxious about my safety. I feel bad about that; I had no idea it was as late as it was until just before leaving.
Anyway, I ought to sleep well tonight.
Apparently I impressed people by hauling the 50 pounders up over my head and passing them up onto the stacks. "I used to be stronger," I said. "The last time I tried to pick up my grandfather's anvil, I couldn't get it off the floor." At first, another staff member thought I was joking about the anvil...
It was a long, busy day. We had the hay delivery, three people coming to buy hay or rabbit litter, four bunnies come in for boarding, someone come in to fix our internet (which was down most of the day), several drop-offs of donations, and a delivery of t-shirts. Then a re-delivery of t-shirts because the printers originally gave the volunteer picking them up the wrong order and she had to drive all the way back into town to get them. Again.
And I was up earlier than normal this morning. We usually put Piper in her crate in the living room before bed. Otherwise, she wuffles and whines about being on floor in the bedroom instead of in bed, and when in bed she wakes Danae up. Last night, as we were going to bed, she was already sleeping on a pile of clothes and I suggested we try leaving her in again. That went well, and I liked being able to gently stroke her as I was lying in bed.
I woke up at 6:30, rather than 7:45 as usual, to the sound of Piper throwing up on my clothes on the floor. So I dashed her out to the kitchen and cleaned up, and by then it was quarter past 7, so I figured I might as well stay up.
I was an hour and a half late getting home since we were running behind all day. I'd left my phone at home by mistake, and Danae had no idea where I was and was rather anxious about my safety. I feel bad about that; I had no idea it was as late as it was until just before leaving.
Anyway, I ought to sleep well tonight.
