Mixed up Monday

Note to Shawn: I found your CD case in the hall, lying on the floor. Apparently it had been put on a shelf with pillows and bedding and fell off again. Perhaps it had been dropped, and when someone found it, they stuck it on a shelf. I will send it when I can get to the post office and figure out the postage.

Whipple Heights: guess what happens when the incoming churches have more women than men? We swap rooms! Of course that means that my cubbyhole is now on the "men's" side: I have adapted by picking up necessities and moving to the room where Tom the truck driver was staying. One of the things left behind was the phone number for Shawn. (see above).

On Monday's, everything starts earlier because orientation takes longer. I set the alarm on my phone, but it was over-ridden because the previous setting was for Monday-Friday. Of course I will change that! When I got downstairs, the water was not running in the serving area of the kitchen. The access is hooked up on the outside of the building with the hose outlet, and one of the levers was turned the wrong way. Wrong day for that to happen! but now I know where the hookup is. (Yours truly was the one to use the hose: a pile of trash was left in the corner that was supposed to have been carried out. Animals tore into it, Myself cleaned it up, and used the hose to wash the concrete.) Everyday I learn something new.
While making tea for the big server, it came out weak. Turns out there are two sizes of bags, and of course I grabbed the wrong one. Then I
could not figure out what I had done wrong, until another worker showed me the difference.

Today was a beautiful day, all day. The afternoon never got muggy: a breeze came up, and I had my sweatshirt back on before going inside.
I worked with displaying books and manning the cash register.