Well, I survived the Week of Hell, but just barely.
I've actually been sleeping for the past three days. Yes, it was that rough on me. All of us, actually. I think my sister went into a coma for three days because I didn't hear a word from her once the carnival was done.
I don't know why it's still so rough on us, though. We do have a police officer there now that handles the kids.
We pay the police officer around $25 per hour. We spent around $700 these past five days to pay the police officers.
Pretty much the only thing these kids buy during the carnival is Arizona Iced Tea, which costs 99 cents.
Of that 99 cents we make 25 cents.
Which means, if my calculations are correct, we needed to have sold 3,000 cans of Arizona Iced Tea in order to pay for the police officer in our store.
We didn't sell 3,000 cans of Arizona Iced Tea. We sold about 700.
But, it was so worth it keeping the kids standing outside while only two of the little bastards were allowed in the store at a time.
Plus, our regular customers didn't go somewhere else because this time the cop wouldn't let the kids block the sidewalks to get into the store.
I've got a little bit more recovering to do, but I'll be better soon and back to doing what I do best, which is bitching about shit.