Get to work and check my numbers. Between Monday and Thursday, while I was off, I had $1,907 in returns; I want to cry.
Work hard in the remote back corner of the store — most of the activity is in the front.
End the day just covering my returns. In other words, eight hours of strenuous work to breakeven.
Via messes up and I wait almost twenty minutes — when I was told six — for my ride to come.
Eat an unhealthy dinner; too tired to care.
Have another Kafka-esque call with AT&T Wireless — an hour of conversation ending with an accidental disconnect — wish it were easy to change carriers.
Crawl into bed early, exhausted and stressed.
Stellar Saturday
Assigned to work up front near elevators (we are rotating through May 10); it's the best place to be.
Customers all treat me with respect and appreciate my help.
Busy all day, ending with sales of $8,504. Finally, a good day.
Walk 9.1 miles — in boots, not running shoes, on a cement floor, not a dirt running path; but happy with the exercise.
Have a major return investigated that turns out to have been a mistake; good that I check my commission report.
Love the book I'm reading: Everything You Want Me To Be by Mindy Mejia.
Neutral Sunday
Semi-busy until four. Then nothing for the next three hours.
Walk 7. 1 miles.
Feet and toes hurt by end of day. Really, two toes are actually throbbing.
Can't find my Metrocard, again, and fear it's lost.
Love Sunday nights — no work again until Friday, giving my aching body time to recover.
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