i am dead beat from work. another 10 hour shift. there was not even a single moment where i can take a breather. i feel like a monkey. i have been climbing up and down to get stocks. the storeroom is completely packed with numerous boxes. so at times, i need to climb up boxes to reach to the top of the shelves. and some boxes completely blocked the narrow way to the end of the room. so for once, i am glad i am small in size. i have to do a "christy chung" move. i have to slide into the narrow spaces. i must say i am doing fine except for my tummy! =( only my spare fat surrounding my abdominal hurts. i kind of did that like more than 10 times as no one could squeeze in.
and all i wanna say is please be nice to the service staff. i over-estimate my tolerance level. after packing a whole wagon of messy wallets, i was pissed! pissed as it took me a long while to do it and it was horrible. various #%$*% were sprouting in my brain when i was packing. i was amazed at the fact that i could still smile at customers when they ask me for help.
and to top it off, at the end of packing, some idiot customer came to ask for some silly stuff. normally, i will have have been amused by her but it does not help that i was in a grouchy mood. that customer asked why is it not possible for me to loosen the clasp of the bloody purse. i mean do i look like the bag maker to ya. then ridiculously she asked me for a screw driver. where can i get one for you. and the bag is only 14.90.
haiz, i just wanna say i salute those in the service line. especially those who were in this field for years.
