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Aug. 22nd, 2009 08:30 pmSo tired. Stupid boss decisions. (Not foreseeable, right. Ask me next time.) Only a single fan to combat the heat. Couldn't breathe when I moved too much yesterday, sweaty, brain like molasses, but still had to deal with 100+ customers.
But even with all, and no real lunch breaks (long story, mostly my decision, because the alternatives are more stressful and irritating), and three more weeks all by my lonesome self while M. is on holiday, I'm pathetically grateful and happy that I'm at least back in my shop with things to do and actual responsibility, where they leave me to do my thing and generally don't bother me too much.
Count your blessings or something like that.
Book & bed, I think.
In happier fanish and (*gaspshockhorror*) entirely TW-unrelated news: Still ridiculously adorable.
But even with all, and no real lunch breaks (long story, mostly my decision, because the alternatives are more stressful and irritating), and three more weeks all by my lonesome self while M. is on holiday, I'm pathetically grateful and happy that I'm at least back in my shop with things to do and actual responsibility, where they leave me to do my thing and generally don't bother me too much.
Count your blessings or something like that.
Book & bed, I think.
In happier fanish and (*gaspshockhorror*) entirely TW-unrelated news: Still ridiculously adorable.
