yeah, so i worked a 14-hour shift today. no sweat, right? as becky so poignantly pointed out on my previous blog entry's comments section, i did indeed call out of work... to work. when your boss says 'i will pay you double if you stay until closing,' it's kind of hard to convince yourself that doing anything else is a good idea. especially when that 'anything else' is walking down the hall to a big, depressing department store and staring blankly at a cash register ringing up overpriced clothing. so i called out, and i didn't lie and say i was sick or anything, i just told them what was going on.
more likely than not, i'll put my two weeks' notice in at sears sometime next week. aiya. life has just been absolutely nuts for the past three days. i don't know if i'm going to be able to make it up for church tomorrow, my feet are killing me. i'm almost delirious enough right now to think that just cutting them off would be a vast improvement, but my unrivaled rationality says otherwise. i need to force myself to stand up on those feet right now, walk to the bathroom, brush my teeth, and get into bed. this does not sound fun, but alas, i must make it so.
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