I am bushed. It was my day off, so how did I spend it? Why, by helping with inventory at my boss's husband's store. I was there at 8am, and left at 4:15. It's a small store, but DAMN there's a lot of stuff in it. I scanned women's shirts, helped with men's Carhartt and did all the women's Carhartt by myself (and let me just say, that shit is heavy). Then I did boots and gloves, and luckily, by then, most everything was done. My shoulders hurt from lifting heavy stacks of Carhartt pants down from overhead shelves, and my feet hurt from being on them all day. I was also a dumbass and wore my winter boots all day, having neglected to bring cooler shoes with me. By the time I got home, my socks were soaked with sweat and smelled like...well, sweaty feet. There is nothing delicate or feminine about me when I get sweaty (or, like, ever. But that's a rant for another time).
I feel like I've been exercising all day. And my eyes are having difficulty staying open. But I'll get a gift certificate out of it, so that's nice, at least. Maybe I'll buy myself a nice coat or something.