My brain's not damaged but in need of some repair.
I am still alive. Just. This is what I have just worked over the space of five days:
Wednesday 11-6, Thursday 10-6, Friday 12-6, Saturday 2-7 & today 9-3. I am going to be very rich but I have actually had no time to just stop & breathe. I'm pure running on empty. Anyway it's all okay. My department is homeware & I've got to know everyone dead quickly but it's better at the weekend cause there's more people my age on. Raymond. How can I describe him? I can't. When I say he makes Dale Winton look straight that's an understatement. I actually thought he was an actor at first. Then there's Gavin (cheeky cunt but good banter all the same) who came in drunk & stinking this morning, Lupia (lovely), Annette (lovely), Colin & Brian. Carrie-Leigh who's only in through the week annoys me a bit but that about it. She's English & like 25 & quite stuffy. So I basically just get all the stock out & make sure its perfect & set it all out, work on nightwear/lingerie a bit as well & do the fitting rooms. And the till training will come soon. And I walk the equivalent of 3 miles every single shift & have no time to eat or even sleep really. And I get paid every Friday. =) But MY GOD the shirt you have to wear is horrific. Hideous. I cry every time I put it on.
This week I'm only off Tuesday & Thursday so I think we're going to TGI's on Thursday. =) I don't think it's hit me that I don't have to go back to school yet. I keep on thinking I'm kidding myself on. It will actually feel amazing. Going to take my locker key etc in on one of my days off next week & hopefully then it will hit me. I had to cancel my driving lesson since all her times are now going to clash with my job. I NEED A GOOD DRIVING INSTRUCTOR. Someone must know of one. =(
I don't have much else to say since all I've been doing is working. =/ Tomorrow I'm doing a 12-6. Then who knows. I'm quite a machine.