Soul of an Artist, Spleen of an Accountant.

I am endlessly amused at myself, at how much I enjoy the supposedly mundane things that I do all day at work, the things I miss doing on my days off. I revel in the exact numbers and measurements, even if we don't keep them precise in practice. I love that we are encouraged to both stick to a script and ad-lib with the customers. Everything is precise and fluid, and I adore it.

That said, my feet hurt my knees hurt, and my hands? My hands are sobbing. I was going to say weeping, but the wounds on them aren't open and leaking puss. Six of my eight "second" knuckles (the ones in the middle)*, and seven of my ten "third" knuckles (the last ones before the back of your hand) are dry and rough, and the majority of them do have tiny splits that KILLED when I splashed counter cleaner on them.

Then there's one "first" knuckle that also has a cut, but that's a paper-cut, and it's only relevant in that OW OW OW OW OW.

Today was a good day, except for one big thing: our store manager, my boss, the person who hired me, is gone. I got a call just before I came in saying she was "no longer with the company." :( This makes me really sad, as she was nothing but awesome, helpful, and supportive the past three weeks.

As BJ put it, our district is exploding. His store has lost at least one person in the past month and is losing another in two weeks, Sameh's store just lost one, and my store just lost one and will be losing THREE more by the end of August, with two more who want to leave as soon as they find another job. By the end of August, our store will have one shift supervisor, and we currently have no store manager. And there have been no hires since the beginning of June, when I got hired and someone got hired at BJ's store.

In. SANE.

On a small upside, I accidentally saw today's employee notes that my shift wrote down, and saw "Ruth & DH very good at customer interaction." XD

Tomorrow is my day off, and I'm going to spend it running to the bank to deposit some checks, and then to the mall to do some SHOPPING! :D And then back home to soak my hands in...I don't know...something healing. Unicorn horn dust or something.



*Yes, eight. The thumbs only have two knuckles, which I consider the "first" and "third." I can too count.