I’m tired from the heavy lifting we had to do last night, refitting the CD racks on the 1st floor (the couple of hours overtime didn’t hurt, but my right wrist did when I twisted it), and a week of uncomfortable working conditions - the ground floor is a terrible heat trap, and since we don’t have air conditioning (unlike most other parts of the shop) it feels at least 10 degrees warmer than it’s supposed to be. Add a high level or humidity and you’ve got a recipe for disaster.

I’m finding that I lose my breath very quickly, especially when I’m trying to dodge between a crowd of the fucking idiots that make up an unfairly large percentage of our customer base (in particular those Spanish students - they must love it every year over there, they get to send their precocious brats away for a few weeks and enjoy their summer, and we get stuck with the spoilt middle-class fuckers). I’m dreading working tomorrow, but I have a week off from Sunday onwards to look forward to. I think I’ll survive.

Fri 26 Jul 2002 at 22:30   ·