My only comfort is that tomorrow will be better... if only because it will be shorter. Because even if they get down on both knees and beg me, I am not saying okay to another 9 hour shift. Tomorrow I'm on for 7 and a half... and that's plenty. No more.
I had this one customer who was so infuriating... "I want to return this... actually, I want to exchange it for this... oh, but I want cash back for this and a gift card for that... and I want to buy this... and I want to return what I just bought and get it put on a gift card then buy it back with the gift card..." Seriously. My brain malfunctioned. It was not pleasant.
Then just now I had to dig through, like, 20 boxes to find where I packed my extra toiletries cuz Emu had run out of baby wipes. I use them to remove makeup, they're quite efficient. But yeah, I was planning on quickly just running over my face with one of those and hopping on the computer for an hour to wind down but then I was all like "Oh crap." And, like... I can't just use water or cleanser or astringent to wash off makeup... not the same, not the same. HAS to be a baby wipe. So I was all irritating the cat again by heaving boxes around when he wasn't expecting it.
On my way out of work this evening there was a box of gourmet-like chocolate bars on the table in the staff room... so I took one. I mean, if they were being sold to staff or something I imagine there'd be a sign. Seems like kind of a weird thing to just be giving away but... whatever. I so took one. Also my supervisor left me a present today... although the greatest present is her not being there this weekend. Anyways, I now have an extremely dented tin of weird candy. I left it on the coffee table in the living room, instructing my parents to help themselves. When it's all gone I'll hammer out the dent and... oh, I dunno. Keep my stash in it.
Like I have a stash. But hell, a day like today... I friggin' wish I did.