You know, it's not really a good sign when you cannot figure out what 75 + 68 equals to save your life. It is, however, a sign that you are
Which essentially describes my week. I can't really pick out specific events, apart from the Day of Lost Math Skills, or the Day of Unloading Fifty Bajillion Pallets of Merchandise, or the Day of Opening the Store and being the Only Manager until 1600 with a Shipment of Toys coming in and Oh Yeah your Cashier who was Scheduled to Open with you is Sick but didn't Call In so you have to be Manager Cashier Recieving Manager and Help Customers choose items all at the Same Time.
...so, yeah. Stressful. Did I mention that I was also house-sitting for my parents, who were in South Carolina? Or how about that I've garnered enough hours in four days that in order to avoid having overtime, I have to leave work a few hours early tomorrow? Even though I'll already be working less than eight hours already tomorrow?
It's really getting to me. Working for over eight hours straight everyday with no opportunity for a lunch break (or any break, for that matter) totally sucks. It's run me down to the point that I completely shut down for a while, with sobbing and everything, because I purchased the wrong type of memory card for my camera. I was pathetisad.
Anyway, I just needed to get that off my chest. Good night, everybody, and stay safe out there in Internet Land!