Seraphim's Journal of Muses

I am getting ready to go camping for the night. Sort of. I get to camp in Starbucks kitchen. Confused? The phone call went a little like this...

*ringing*

SERA: Hello?
BOSS: Hey there Seraphim, it's Mr. Boss here.
SERA: Oh, hi Mr. Boss. What can I do for you?
BOSS: Well, you can come in to work two hours later today, if you like... for the same pay.
SERA: ..... Your kidding.
BOSS: Nope.
SERA: And the catch is?
BOSS: Well.... you get to come in at six instead of four... but you can't leave until eight tomorrow morning. An extra six hours. We wan't you to baby sit the store while the builders work overnight.....
SERA (WEAKLY): Right..... uhmmm.....

So, I am packing a little bag to take kitchen-camping. Once work finishes at 11pm, I wont have anything to do except sit. And read. Or think. Or drink gallons of coffee. Ughh.

Another note of interest (or not) - I have to use 2-3 bottles of hair conditioning balsam for every 1 bottle of shampoo. The heat, sand and dust over here makes my hair so dry that only this amount will succeed in making sure I don't look like Diana Ross.