Tired.

I am. And I deserve to be, I think, after the crap they put me through today.

First, they schedule me to work on a Sunday, when they know I'd rather not because Sundays are family days. And today is my last Sunday at home with my family for two weeks. How ridiculous.

But, you know, that's okay. I've worked Sundays before, my family's not doing anything really cool, and we're good with it. I clock in, and the manager comes and posts the lineup. The lady working in Women's had called in sick. I don't fault her at all. She's aMAZing, and I think any one who can stand to work in Women's is god-like. But she wasn't going to be there, so the girl in shoes and I would cover the area for her.

...

Only the girl in shoes called in and said she wouldn't be there for another two hours. (sigh)

The whole deal was exhausting, and it was busy. What a load of B.S.

Fo' serious. Who shops extensively on a Sunday?

Anyway.

I'm going to eat some cereal and take a nap before the fam gets home. Then a shower, and some light packing before my real nightnight time.

:)