Murgle.

Today...not my day. Sleeping: bad. Work atmosphere: depressing, stressful, and stupid busy. Health: questionable, with a random pain stabbing from shin to, ah, rump with every other step.

On the upshot, I was able to go home way early due to overstaffing which was due to: new guy! His name is D, he's the new shift, and I'm still reserving judgement until I've worked with him more and he's gotten more comfortable with us, and with the store.

Right now, I am bit counting the days until the weekend, and dreading it. I have both Friday and Saturday off, I'm looking forward to working and giving candy away on Halloween, and one week from today is the first day of NaNoWriMo. BUT...this is J's last week, and I HATE that she's leaving, and that she blames herself for it.

Grumble.

Tomorrow looks promising, with awesome coworkers and high likelihood of going home early, so...high hopes! Yeah...