*tries not to wibble* Oh, God, I would kill for one right now. I'm trying to remember a moment when I was this down. And I hate it. I tried so hard this year.
I have a jammed thumb, a cold, we're under-staffed, I'm running customer service alone [as both a return desk and a register for regular sales] after 9, we have insane amounts of business, and we're closing at 11 and having to chase people out each night. And I'm having to do the clean-up alone. I hate whining about it, but I'm done. Did I mention that I end up having the floor workers on their registers most of the night and they're still getting freight every night? At least 300 pieces worth?
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Date: 2010-12-22 07:42 pm (UTC)I have a jammed thumb, a cold, we're under-staffed, I'm running customer service alone [as both a return desk and a register for regular sales] after 9, we have insane amounts of business, and we're closing at 11 and having to chase people out each night. And I'm having to do the clean-up alone. I hate whining about it, but I'm done. Did I mention that I end up having the floor workers on their registers most of the night and they're still getting freight every night? At least 300 pieces worth?
It. Just. Fucking. Blows.
I'm sorry. I just needed to get that out.