*headdesk*
Feb. 14th, 2007 10:39 pmI started off having a great day. I went to Target and got some stuff for the guinea pig, and the Scrubs 1st season set, and Valentine's stuff. Then I went to work.
And everything went downhill from there. We were super busy, and it seemed like half the people who came in were drunk, and the other half needed to set up new accounts. I don't mind drunk people, and I don't mind setting up new accounts. I don't particularly like dealing with both at once, mostly because I hate repeating myself twelve times.
Wednesdays are high-volume return days, too, so when I wasn't ringing customers or prepping next week's product, I was checking shit in.
Me: *sarcasm* I love Wednesdays. It's like Christmas, only with more work.
James: And you don't get to keep anything.
Normally, none of this would bother me. Typical Wednesday, and a holiday to boot. But for some reason halfway through the day my mood plummetted. So everything bothered me, I felt like crying, and all I wanted to do was go home. And now I'm there, and I don't feel any better.
Dammit.
And everything went downhill from there. We were super busy, and it seemed like half the people who came in were drunk, and the other half needed to set up new accounts. I don't mind drunk people, and I don't mind setting up new accounts. I don't particularly like dealing with both at once, mostly because I hate repeating myself twelve times.
Wednesdays are high-volume return days, too, so when I wasn't ringing customers or prepping next week's product, I was checking shit in.
Me: *sarcasm* I love Wednesdays. It's like Christmas, only with more work.
James: And you don't get to keep anything.
Normally, none of this would bother me. Typical Wednesday, and a holiday to boot. But for some reason halfway through the day my mood plummetted. So everything bothered me, I felt like crying, and all I wanted to do was go home. And now I'm there, and I don't feel any better.
Dammit.