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[Image: Webcam photo of Alex, looking bedraggled and offering a toast of Carolan’s irish cream.]

My foot has been bothering me for some time, ever since I pulled something or another during a truck unload at work.  It’s been especially throbby the last couple weeks, enough to make me actually consider looking up a podiatrist to have it looked at, because clearly self-medicating isn’t working.  Yesterday after work, I was in enough pain to consider calling in tonight, but I ended up toughing through it, bought a bandage, and went in to earn my $7.80 an hour.

Well, I was helping a customer at the jewelry counter, and when I opened one of the big, heavy drawers to look for something, I discovered it didn’t have any catches in the back to prevent the drawer from dropping straight down on my bad foot.

So I went home, cried a bunch, then bought some ice cream and Carolan’s, since my broke ass can’t afford Baileys.  Happy St. Patrick’s Day.

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[Image: a webcam photo of Alex holding up a tea mug and looking off to the upper right.]

Have the house to myself this evening, so I’m trying to de-stress while I sip tea and watch Kitchen Nightmares.

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[Image: A robin on a perch against a red, scarlet, and black pinwheel background. Top text: BRACE YOURSELVES. Bottom text: THE PLANOGRAMS ARE COMING.]

fuckyeahretailrobin:

So much dust…

Oh hey there, 2011.  And also some of 2012.

You can take the girl off the POG team, but you’ll never take the POG knowledge out of the girl.