I am no stranger to graft.
Ever since my first job I have worked on my feet, always a job with demands, plenty of moving, lifting, running around, and the whole time having to put a smile on my face for customers. This week however, this week is killing me.
Ok so I know there are people with much more demanding positions than me, but being the go-to guy on the busiest (and yet most unorganised) department at work is taking its toll. Usually even the managers get two days off a week, I have just finished day 10 of a 12 day stint and its nearly killing me.
I know, I know, 12 days, oooh as if its going to kill me. However, during that time I have also had to work every shift of our biggest sale of the year, chase around after supplies for us, seeing as I am the only person able to find things, and generally fill up, re-merchandise, ticket, sales support and look after the temps.
I really am starting to run on empty. Just two days. Just two days.
Which may very well kill me.
