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It was interesting today at work, not because I had to interact with people in any sort of an interesting way, but because I was essentially weightlifting for 8 hours. How so? Lugging beauty boxes around the stock room and hefting them way up on shelves or dodging the heaps of customers, some of whom were grabbing items out of my arms before I could push it out.
And apparently my pathological disgust at dishes has the same foundation with gooey lotion, because I think I had the same grossed out expression on my face the whole time I was handling the damaged beauty supplies at work. Eventually we had to go find gloves because I'm sorry, I don't get paid enough to smell like 40 different scents, and only one of them any good!
Working as a beauty stock employee sucks. Next day off is officially Tuesday, so I probably won't be much for making any sense until late Tuesday afternoon when I lurch out of deep sleep, gobble down some protein, and finally catch up on the RP front.
But now? There is only the cheery gloom of a can of black olives half lost to the cavernous maw...
And apparently my pathological disgust at dishes has the same foundation with gooey lotion, because I think I had the same grossed out expression on my face the whole time I was handling the damaged beauty supplies at work. Eventually we had to go find gloves because I'm sorry, I don't get paid enough to smell like 40 different scents, and only one of them any good!
Working as a beauty stock employee sucks. Next day off is officially Tuesday, so I probably won't be much for making any sense until late Tuesday afternoon when I lurch out of deep sleep, gobble down some protein, and finally catch up on the RP front.
But now? There is only the cheery gloom of a can of black olives half lost to the cavernous maw...