Surviving The Week From Hell
Jan. 24th, 2014 05:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teddy_radiatorWell, it's Friday, and this week is finally over. A solid week of having to rise at 4am and work 12-15 hour days for good ol' Wally World. Next week will be very quite compared to this, and even though a little more money would be nice, we both need a break.
The task was a major store reset, involving hours of bending, stooping, lifting heavy things, sorting, shelving and rearranging - Deck Chairs On The Titanic stylee. We were promised help that was there in various degrees of helpfulness, and the store that consistently screws up ended up being the best one to work at, and the one with the most obnoxious staff proved to be just as obnoxious, rude and unhelpful, so no surprises there.
At the end of the first two days I couldn't bend my knee without screaming. Strangely enough, after four days my knee stopped hurting all together, but the soles of my feet feel like I'm walking on shoes with spikes embedded in them. It's cold and my hands are numb, and I'm fighting sleep and it's 5pm in the afternoon.
I'm too tired to write, too tired to read, or cook or do anything that involves anything other than sitting and staring into space.
But it's over.
And just as we finished up the last piece today, TheHubs® presented me with this:
He has black spiky hair and creamy paws and face, and he made me very, very glad that I didn't have to spend this hellish week at work alone.
The task was a major store reset, involving hours of bending, stooping, lifting heavy things, sorting, shelving and rearranging - Deck Chairs On The Titanic stylee. We were promised help that was there in various degrees of helpfulness, and the store that consistently screws up ended up being the best one to work at, and the one with the most obnoxious staff proved to be just as obnoxious, rude and unhelpful, so no surprises there.
At the end of the first two days I couldn't bend my knee without screaming. Strangely enough, after four days my knee stopped hurting all together, but the soles of my feet feel like I'm walking on shoes with spikes embedded in them. It's cold and my hands are numb, and I'm fighting sleep and it's 5pm in the afternoon.
I'm too tired to write, too tired to read, or cook or do anything that involves anything other than sitting and staring into space.
But it's over.
And just as we finished up the last piece today, TheHubs® presented me with this:
He has black spiky hair and creamy paws and face, and he made me very, very glad that I didn't have to spend this hellish week at work alone.
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