I'm too tired to think up a decent title ...

Yesterday was the most terrible shift at work in the world.

It started out alright. Jenn asked me to move some things from the back onto the floor. Alright, sounds good ... a bit of variety in my long 8-hour shift.

Well, I didn't make much progress with that. I moved a bunch of hangers out, a couple bath tubs, and a few toys ... and then I was shocked at how messy the baby department was. So I started tidying up. And then I realized how busy the store was ... and realized shortly thereafter that I was the only person on the floor in baby. GREAT. Not only were there a lot of people shopping in the store, but a ton of them wanted help with strollers/carseats/breast pumps or needed help with registries. I somehow managed to keep baby looking tidy and help most of those people ... but of course I got nothing moved out onto the floor.

Then, sometime shortly before close, maybe around 8:30 or so, I was headed to the front of the store to put something away that I found misplaced in baby. I walked by a dad cleaning something off of his shoes, and another girl I work with heading towards them with a mop and bucket. I got a whiff of something terrible, and assumed a kid had vomited.

Shit happens ... literally.

The kid had not vomitted. He had pooped ... right in the middle of the floor. I ran into a manager and she said the kid had "had an accident". How a kid manages to have an accident in the form of a pile on the floor AND his dad's shoes is beyond me. To make matters worse, another manager walked through the poo (yeah ... don't know how he didn't notice it) and left poo prints all the way to toddler. I'm just glad I didn't have to clean it ... I wanted to vomit just at the thought of it.

By the time the store closed, I was exhausted. And of course I worked with a bunch of lazy fucks yesterday and the store was a mess. So I spent what seemed like forever trying to make the boys' department look half-decent.

Literally forever.

I realized the store was suddenly very quiet. I went to the front and saw just the 3 managers going into the tower -- the tower overlooks the store and it's like the managers' office -- I knew something was wrong then. Awhile before that, I heard the one manager, Wyatt, go over the loudspeaker thing. He mumbles, and the store was still a mess, so I didn't think anything of it.

I peeked around the corner for awhile, and saw the managers walk out the door and start to close the gate to completely lock up. I ran to the front going "WYATT!!! WYATT!!!" I was so scared. Wyatt finally heard me and went "There's someone in there still!" So the managers all came back and were shocked to see me. I told them boys was still a mess, so I didn't think Wyatt had said it was time to go home.

They thanked me for caring and staying to clean it -- it was almost 10 o' clock. I got my stuff from the back, scanned myself out, and ran to the car ... and just bawled.

That whole ordeal resulted in a terrible night. I was so tired, and Richard was watching a movie in bed ... I couldn't stand the noise so he turned it off. I started to fall alseep and suddenly burst into tears -- don't even ask why ... I don't know. I went to blow my nose after that, since crying made it stuff up. I decided to head upstairs and watch some TV instead of going back to bed ... because there was no way I could sleep. It was already after midnight by that point.

I got comfy on the couch and turned on the TV really quiet. Everytime I started to fall asleep on the couch, I thought of what might have happened had I not went to the front of the store and seen the managers leaving. I was so freaked out I couldn't sleep.

After I got bored of watching TV, I went back to bed and played my DS for awhile. By the time I was ready to sleep, it was after 2 am. I only got 5 hours of sleep last night.

But you know what? I still like my job. I don't necessarily want to go back for another 8 hour shift today, but I still like it ....