It's powering me through 10 cages of fucking yogurt back stock though so, that's something. Even if I am getting bizarre looks for singing in half-arsed French.

Covered my myself in garlic olives while breaking down the delivery. I smell FABULOUS

And dropped an open chilled caramel macchiato down my front. I AM A DISASTER.

And with 10 minutes to go I manage to spill an open yogurt over my foot. SUPER OBSERVANT AM I

I've feel like I've been bench pressing my own body weight for 8 hours. Bath then bed, me thinks.

Aw Gawd. Despite bath I hurt all over. On the upside, I slept solidly through to 7 PM. Woke up with that 'wha- who- where am I?' Feeling. It was awesome.

Spilt the same caramel macchiato again. ON THE FLOOR this time, thank fuck. Super tired, everything hurts. Fuck yogurt.

Sooo turns out someone fucked the stock order which is why I'm breaking my neck at work rn. Managed to finished everything with 5 minutes to finish and was praised. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO RESPOND TO PRAISE. Like... I'm just doing my job??? Are you being condescending? I can't tell D: