First Day of Work Blues

Insert incoherent mumbling here. That's how I feel. Bleh

Work from eleven to ten. Yay. My feet hurt.
Crouching. Reaching over my head. My shoulder and knees hurt.
Having an old lady follow me around and correct everything I did. My pride hurts.

MakesMeSmileAllStupid came over for a little bit after I [finally] got home. She gave me a big hug and let me rant. Made me feel better. But she had to leave too soon. *sigh* I don't want her to go back home. I'm selfish.

No work tomorrow, but I'm pretty sure I'll work everyday this week. Bleh. That's what full time means. I forget that sometimes. But I'll get used to the standing all day thing soon, hopefully. I was just not expecting eleven hours of standing right off the bat. Oh well.

Sleepy. But I'm stealing internets so I'm trying to take advantage of it in case it never appears again.
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:Poetic Moment:
I hope for patience
I wish for understanding
I pray that I will not stab you for being so fucking stupid

:Quote:
Living is entirely
Too time consuming

:Picture: