Tuesday, Wednesday, at the thrift shop. Tuesday riding truck, to the dump, the recycle, load up new donations, bring to shop.
It's not so bad, the driver, he stops at every gas station he passes to go to the bathroom, buy junk food, just take a break...
He's pretty laid back. The conversations, the same, about how nothing ever gets done at the thrift shop, about how underpaid this job is, etc, etc.
The day passes.
Wednesday, in the shop, now unpacking, sorting, all day long, the donations that have come in, it's an unstoppable tide. I've made Michael a going-away t-shirt, "painted it myself", ridiculous, he in turn has found a pewter prospector/donkey on a big chunk of Pyrite, so we're in a way even.
And - by 4:00 I'm done, until the fall at least, where I'll be content to do this on a volunteer, less full-time basis.
My summer draws nearer and nearer...