heigh ho, the working life

it's 10:10 and I want to go to bed. I'm exhausted. I worked all day again today, picking up the clothes that people are too fucking inconsiderate to at least leave right-side out, if not on the hanger. Plus I have this bruise on my left hand, in between my thumb and forefinger, from putting hangers there while I hang other things up. The floor in the juniors section (who wears these clothes? they're terrible! so ugly. so tiny!) is crowded beyond belief with clothes racks so every time you walk by an overhung rack ten shirts fall off. AND, because lately the trend is to make shirts that aren't hanger-compatible, they fall off the hanger too. Hanging up women's suits and dresses is the worst. They're all heavy and awkward (i've tripped over a few), and they aren't sorted by brand like the rest of the store. They're sorted by something like fabric, or cut. Ri-goddamn-diculous.

Oh, yeah, and this is my favorite part: I left to go to the bathroom, on my way back folded some sweaters, and walked back into the dressing room to find that Hurricane PregnantWoman had been through, along with Tropical Storms OmigodSixteenYearOld and YoungJetSetTrendyWoman. In ONE (1) dressing room, there was a pile of maternity clothes on the bench and a heap or two of blouses on the floor. ALL of the blouses were inside out. Several hangers were broken. All of the Misses stuff has to be taken back to the Misses section, and there's a fucking lot of it. I left it there. They can come and get it for all I care. The maternity stuff is easy enough except while I was sorting through one dressing room, ANOTHER pregnant woman came by and left a different dressing room in shambles. Now, the maternity section can't be more than a hundred feet long. It had to have been seriously depleted by this nightmare.

Not really diggin' the job so much. Let's say this, my feet hurt. I was walking and standing for eight hours. Yesterday too. My co-workers are nice, but it's not the kind of job where you get to stand around and chat because JC Penney has sale after sale after sale, and the bargain shoppers are endless. Everytime I go to put one pair of jeans back on the rack, another has shown up in its place. I feel like there is an appropriate metaphor for this phenomenom, but I can't recall it at the moment. Maybe something like removing grains of sand from a beach with a tweezer. Maybe that's it. Argh. Well, I do it again tomorrow and then I have two and a half days off. Neat-o. Because schools are closed I don't have to go in for coaching, so that's nice too. I'm a little bit worried that working such long hours will cost me a lot of practice time, especially since when I get home I just want to stare at the TV until I feel it is a reasonable time to retire. Sigh. Planning on campaigning for smaller chunks.

Today my moving back to Madison meter is leaning back over to going. I am especially missing Jerry and the comfort he would be giving me after such a long day. Being realistic is hard when you're lonely.