I have never felt so dead in my life.
Seriously, I can typically work shift fine, for 8 hours and be allright. But since inventory was today, and I am cranking out Bar code labels for ever section in my store, including the receiving area, then counting the crap in my Copy Print Center along with customers, print jobs and another person up front, I felt my brain explode almost. On top of that I have a retard running around who doesnt know how to listen, I felt bad for my manager. Clocking out was the biggest wave of THANK FUCK I have ever had, save for Black Friday, but i was hung over that day. And whats sad? I come in on sunday at SIX IN THE MORNING to do the 75 variance reports, if you ask what that is I will explode. I want this crap to be over. srsly guys. Srsly
Who wants to be my Valentine?!
Little Addition real fast. My tattoo artist is letting me use his car for my next set that I am throwin gin member review...its hot sex that gets three miles to the gallon. Here's a pretty picture:
Seriously, I can typically work shift fine, for 8 hours and be allright. But since inventory was today, and I am cranking out Bar code labels for ever section in my store, including the receiving area, then counting the crap in my Copy Print Center along with customers, print jobs and another person up front, I felt my brain explode almost. On top of that I have a retard running around who doesnt know how to listen, I felt bad for my manager. Clocking out was the biggest wave of THANK FUCK I have ever had, save for Black Friday, but i was hung over that day. And whats sad? I come in on sunday at SIX IN THE MORNING to do the 75 variance reports, if you ask what that is I will explode. I want this crap to be over. srsly guys. Srsly
Who wants to be my Valentine?!
Little Addition real fast. My tattoo artist is letting me use his car for my next set that I am throwin gin member review...its hot sex that gets three miles to the gallon. Here's a pretty picture:
marvel:
I heart the brave little toaster ♥