ow

I don't get how people manage the 16 hour days without going stark raving mad. Everything hurts right now (to be fair, only my feet were kinda unhappy while I was actually at work but the ride home gave everything time to start singing) to the point that my shower is going to have to wait til after I pass out. Blergh.

I got to see the new store... sort of. Of the eight hours I was there, I spent like six and a half of them behind the front registers putting away cigs and tobacco crap. Yes. It took that long. I don't know how but it did. And the rest of the time was either in the break room, the stockroom briefly, or on the hair care aisle. I... couldn't tell you where anything else is.