I had a 12 hour shift today. And not to mention I had to get up early to go to breakfast with my grandparents and mother. My grandfather has cancer and goes in for a bunch of very uncomfortable and haenous tests this week. I really wanted to sleep, but it is very important that I spend time with him. I enjoyed it.

When I got to work, I found out that my district manager had resigned for some mystery reason. Very strange. Oh, yes, and all of the store managers left this morning for the big managers meeting in Disney Land, (this is not sarcastic, they all actually drove down to LA for this, and left us more trustworthy assistants in charge.) Well, after hearing the news about our DM, the girl who is handing the shift off to me flips out at one of the baristas we have. I still dont really know what the entire thing was all about, but she did act quite inappropriatly, and guess who gets to deal with it... Yep, me, I'm in charge, with no real power to do anything. So whatever... Work was hell.

I'm going surfing in Santa Cruz tomorow. I'm supposed to be up and on the road in 5 hours. I'm going to be exhausted, but who cares... It's going to be beautiful and I always feel completly calm and at peace when I'm actually out there doing it. I don't want to sound all cheesy, like all of these new popular contemporary surfing movies make it sound... But damnit, they're pretty right on the spot.