Man, and everyone treated me like one of the team, and I felt really useful, and it was WAY more fun than being in No Morale Town for the day.
Afterwards I decided to see a play with Jonathan rather than going to Pilates all alone and that was decidedly not a bad plan despite the fact I felt like I'd been run over by all of Santa's reindeer. The good thing is that I still have the massively ugly shoes I bought back in Tempe when I worked at Coffee Plantation so I have excellent support and no shin splints tonight. Also no aching toes. When I bought those shoes they cost me half a months' pay, and by God they are still earning their keep. Finn Comfort, I swear by them.
Anyway, I'm going back in tomorrow, but first I'm going to clean just a few more dishes from the party. Woo woo!
Oh the icon? That's my managerial tiara. Me working retail is me walking the walk, because I firmly believe you can't ask of people what you won't do yourself. And I have to ask for four days of this a year; and to have pride in myself, I can't give myself a free ride, but I have to get out there and do it myself. Walking the walk, baby, I do it and hold my chin up high. See you on the shop floor manana.
