I feel like this pretty much nutshells my life right now.
I've started at Macy's; I feel like it's just replaced Regal in the way that instead of complaining about popcorn I just complain about bedsheets.
I'm monitoring my complaining, nobody likes a whiner. I like the job and the people, I'm keeping my mouth shut.
But I will tell you this:
I am never--ever--buying one thing from Martha Stewart. She can take all of her 5-lb, flannel, king-sized, floral bed sets and shove them up her...
All we're doing right now is stocking the shelves; it doesn't matter which department you work in, the goal is to just get all of the merchandise out of the boxes.
I'm so physically and mentally exhausted, it's like a nine hour marathon of life-sized Tetris.
I'm also at that irrational stage of exhaustion where I could cry/scream/laugh hysterically at the drop of a pin.
Ah haaaaaa, I need to get me some sleep.
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