hoowee, doggay, it was a long day.
not overly BAD of a long day, but eesh.
i could not for the life of me sleep last night. i FINALLY fell asleep at 630, my alarm going off at 730. well, i take that back, it's SUPPOSED to go off, but i blessedly woke up naturally around 750 and wondered why it WASN'T going off, when i realized the volume was completely down. huh.
*throws Bacci the ball to go fetch since she was dropping massive hints to*
tons of inventory preparation. it was quite like i had left something important at home. my pants? well, yes, but that's because i wore my skirt instead. keys? no, they're in my coat pocket. brain? ooooh, crap. i was so out of it i had to ask not one, but TWO managers to come over and help me do a return.... for $10.... that was pretty durned cut and dry. merchandise in tact? check. within return time limits? check. i ran into things all day, the best of which i was NOT looking where i was going and was heading out the front door.. right as it broke, slamming my right shoulder into it and sending me spinning, literally.
i think betty will laff and laff for a week.
for some reason, wearing my skirt to work instead of pants makes me want to engage in lots of heavy lifting. not lisping, as i originally typed. i'm sure heavy lisping would get annoying fairly quickly over the radios at work. bad enough everyone had to listen to my kabob-speach, which basically consists of lots of 'uhs', 'ums', the occasional clicks, and heavy moaning. not even erotic moaning, but a moaning which changes pitch every second as i try to scramble my brain back together and remember what it was i was asking for in the first place.
i was nice enough to stay until closing, putting in a nice 12 hour day on 1 hour sleep. i kept wiping my mouth all day, for fear some spittle had freed itself on one side.
and with my being so out of it, yanno what they put me to work on?
not just any ink pens, but the PEN CASE, meaning all the expensive, gaudy pens that haven't been organized since 1943, give or take a month or two. very mind numbing, which is what i SO didn't need.
my hair has slightly grown some more, to where i can make slightly more prominent ponytails in my hair.
unfortunately, because it's coppery, everyone calls me pipi longstocking. GENIOUS! one called me annie (tony did), which caused me to roar loudly "I DO NOT HAVE AN AFROOOO!" as i shook my fist in the air in mock rage. aaaah, the looks i get from customers.
anyhoo, if i slump in my chair any more, methinks i'll fall on the floor.