Shattered & Knackered

Today was hell. Complete and utter hell. Usually, I like work. Sure it's a pain in the ass that I work Saturdays but then thats just a "Saturday Job" for you. I never wanted to work, hell, I still dont want to but I have to admit getting paid every month is something rewarding. And, amazingly, I managed to score a job that actually I enjoy. But today was one of those days. I had to work the late shift: 8:30 till 5. Granted, I got an hour break still, my feet have never ached so much in my entire life. I work in a music record store just north of Oxford Street. And, no, I wont say where or what its called incase some physco happens to read this and hunts me down (unlikely) but still. Now normally my days are pretty stress free and I can bum around talking nonsense to my work buddies Esta and Dan but today we didnt. Today we got our monthly stock in so, of course, that meant we had to go up and down up and down up and down the freaking narrow, feels like a thousand, steps and then unpack everything and sort out. The whole process took us 3 nearly four hours. By the time I went for lunch I was knackered and collapsed in McDonalds for an hour in their comfy green, uber chic, chairs before dragging myself back to work. Here's me thinking the worst was over, hmmm... not so much. Turns out the delivery in morning was only the first, there was double the amount arriving. *scream*.
I mean I love my job, getting to nosy around old records and finding new music is my idea of heaven, but not today. Today was so not worth £7.80 an hour. By the time I actually got home, after missing my bus and having to walk, I fell onto my bed in a shattered mess. I'm sort of glad Ben, my boyfriend, has cancelled on me. We were meant to be heading to the cinema to see "The Hangover" tonight but something "came up" so we're going tomorrow night instead. I'm not bothered, much. My feet probably couldnt have made it anyway...