So, yeah...
Remember me talking the other day about how bad life was for me right now?
My day before inventory shift yesterday was 17 hours with 1.5 hours of lunch and a grand total of less than 20 minutes of actual breaks because I was working solid the whole time and couldn't break away. I was precounting from 10am till midnight. My ankles gave out around 930 and I'm literally held together today with a pair of Doc Martens and a prayer.
I left the building at 12:17am. I have to be back no later than 7am. It's now 6:25am as I write this and I've slammed back a pot of the strongest pot of coffee humans can brew at home, and I'm saying a prayer that I don't just drop dead.









