i woke up this morning feeling utterly OLD. egads. i immediately wondered what the hell i was doing with my life, being 29 (practically) and sleeping on a futon mattress in my closet (don't ask), and working retail. i could almost feel the wrinkles forming on my face. my back hurt. egads, if my back hurts this much (namely, my right shoulder), how the hell am i going to feel at 35? 40? *siiiiiiiiiiigh*
so i'm cleaning my room. hanging up my laundry.
there was a lady that came through my line yesterday. her and i were joking around about things, and she kept yawning. i told her to stop, because she was going to get me going.
she replies "well, i just stood in line for 3 hours at *mumbledsomething*, AND did that AFTER i worked a full day of work. so i have you SO beat."
i froze and glared at her. it was 8 pm. i had been on my feet working since 8 am, and had worked 15 hours the day prior, all on my feet as well.
so i calculated after i had thrust her receipt at her and she had left.
between thursday and friday, i was at work 30 hours. 30 hours in two days. okay, subtract the two hours between shifts on thurs, and the one hour on fri. that's still 27 hours. okay, and so i had a lunch each day at office max, subtract that, and it's still 26 hours actually on the clock. in two days.
what am i DOING to myself? and more importantly, WHY?
oh, and if you would like a good ego boost, you still have time to get in on this meme. i'm finding that i love telling each of you what makes me so happy to have you on my friends list. even though i'm hardly ever around.