My 7th consecutive workday consisted of
- getting up super fucking early
- having to forcibly act like I wasn't pissed off about being awake super fucking early
- running between cash registers, fitting rooms, and general floor work all day
- going shopping in my own store because I'm a cheapass and I love my store
- finding that the clock I bought doesn't work but I can re-purpose it because it's still a functional decorative piece
now I'm just going to continue watching
House, M.D. for the rest of the night.