Work is work. It's been almost two years since I had an "on your feet all day" job and my feet and thighs are protesting. On Wednesday my manager had to undo everything my trainer taught me on Tuesday. But it's a pretty brainless job. Straighten shampoo bottles, help customers. Straighten nail polish bottles, help customers. Straighten cough syrup, stop that kid from stealing condoms. *shrug* I'm working all Thanksgiving weekend, which sucks, but was predictable. At least everyone is super nice.
Also for Al (if she still loves me after that),
X-E and
the Jones soda holiday pack debacle 1 and
2, and
discontinued sodas.