But it was Saturday night, I guess that makes it all right.
This was the first 8-hour day I've worked in months; I had forgotten just. how. freakin'. long. nine hours can be! The first four hours flies by fast enough - helping customers, ringing people at the register, etc. doesn't lag too much as long as there are folks in the store - and my lunch was fine. I'd brought a sandwich from home so I didn't spend money, and I read Toby Young's How to Lose Friends and Alienate People. (Enjoyable read, but not a particularly good one - read the commentary on BookCrossing. My opinion's at the bottom.)
At six hours I was getting tired, and by the seventh hour I was ready to go home. It's hard to maintain energy and enthusiasm about body lotion for so long, right? But I had two more hours to go! By the time I was FINALLY finished I was exhausted as if I'd gone to school and gone to work - school hasn't even started yet and I'm tired. Not good. Puzzling, really - it's not like work is physically strenuous, so why am I so groggy at the end of the day?
Seanie came over and wanted to hang out, but I could barely form coherent sentences. We ended up going to bed early. ZzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzzzzz.