The ice storm last night knocked out the power to our work overnight, but the power had returned when we got in. We didn't know anything had happened until an hour and a half after opening when I took a sip of milk. It tasted odd, but I figured it was just because I'd been pairing it with a lemon pound cake. I took a few more sips, became concerned, brought Jess over to smell it. She wrinkled her nose. Turns out every dairy product in the store had spoiled, and we had to toss hundreds of gallons of milk into the drains. A wearying job. During all this, two co-workers couldn't make it to work since their county was on a Level 3, so we were understaffed. It would've been slow, except we were bombarded with people demanding coffee since their home power had gone out and they couldn't brew their own. Add onto this problems with the sticker machine, and we had quite a chaotic morning. A brief respite came when Jess and I ran to the store to buy some backup milk. Behold a picture of her with our purchase:
Someone asked us what we were doing with all the milk, and Jessica politely explained, "Our power went out and all our milk spoiled, so we need to restock." She failed to mention that this was for a business and not a private home. The man looked at us as if we were crazy and then left, and I started laughing. The rest of the shift went okay, and by the time I went home, things were beginning to return to normal. Nevertheless, it was a hellish day I don't want to relive. Oh: and the supply truck never came, so we're running on fumes at the store, don't know when the truck will actually come in, and customers are getting pissed. Oh well. It's out of our hands. Blame the weather.
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