At first I couldn't believe that I hadn't blogged for a week, but then I realized that I can't even keep up with what day it is, so it's not surprising that I can't remember to blog.

The problem is that every time I go in to work, my schedule has changed.  This week I'm working Mon., Wed., Fri. and Sat.  Next week it's Mon., Fri. and Sat., at least until they change it again, LOL!  I can no longer remember what my schedule was last week.

The man that owns the antique mall is a strange character, right out of a Dicken's book!  He's almost 7 feet tall, and skinny as a rail.  Behind his back people call him "Beanpole!" He apparently can't get pants that fit around the waist, because he's always tugging at them to pull them up (they have some kind of hooks for a belt, not a regular belt).  He's also a multimillionaire who is 77 years old and walks around the mall 8 hours a day, 6 days a week to make sure no one is doing something they shouldn't, like vendors burning too much wattage in their booths or employees sitting down on the job (we're always supposed to be busy doing something, even if there are no shoppers)! 

He doesn't hear too well, and the other day an employee mentioned something to him about a song that was playing on the radio.  "Radio?" he says, roaring.  "We play the radio for shoppers?  This must stop!  This is a place of business, not a place of entertainment!"  Sound like Scrooge to you?

Well, we still play the radio, and he hasn't heard it yet, and we sit down when we know that he is in a far corner of the mall from us, LOL!

There is no water fountain in the building, so in the kitchen (which has no table or chairs in it and one falling apart refrigerator and a broken microwave) he has a water cooler from which employees can fill up paper cups with water to drink.  But he fills up the cooler outside with a garden hose, so all the employees bring bottled water! And I haven't seen him drink from that cooler!

  I asked the manager why the owner doesn't retire, and he said it's because his wife would kill him if he was home all day, and I believe that!!

Well, enough humor about serious business!