When I woke up this morning, I felt as though several burly men had carefully and precisely beat the ever-loving heck out of every part of my body. I'm achy, I'm stiff, and I'm sore. Work has been absolutely brutal for the last few weeks since it's almost Christmas and Walmart is right behind us. On Saturdays and Sundays I CSR, which means I am chained to the oven and do nothing but cut pizzas. This makes me sweaty (two ovens blowing 450* air into my face for hours), bad tempered (I don't know how, but our cooks just can't make two consecutive orders correctly), and exhausted (lots of lifting and upper-body movement). ManagerE and I split the ovens between us last night and we were still getting our asses kicked. It was just that bad.
It was so bad, in fact, that during one of our very few slightly-less-busy-breaks, Matt pulled me aside and said, "Good job tonight, Kate." That's big. That means something, the last time I got that was on Valentine's Day when I stayed for three hours after my shift ended to help everyone out.
There has been next to no knitting. I'm so tired by the time I get out of work that I just come home, shower, putz on the computer for a few minutes and then go to bed. It's been a rough few weeks and it's only going to get worse. I've got another 7-hour shift on the cut table today, and hopefully maybe I'll get out on time tonight. If I'm really, really lucky. Then I open tomorrow (thank god it's a short shift) and I'll be able to just relax.
I'm exhausted. Everyone is exhausted. This is going to be a tough few weeks, especially between Christmas and New Year's, when everyone has off. Oh dear...
I make toys but I've got aspirations
Make some noise, use your imagination
Girls and boys: before you wish for what you wish for
There's a list for
Who's been naughty or nice but consider the price to an elf
~Barenaked Ladies "Elf's Lament"