Ouch. And Whew!!!

At least my feet aren't killing me the way they usually are at the end of a long night at work, and oddly enough, I have a cranky customer to thank for it. This nasty customer bit my head off for the way I was sacking her stuff, and I ended up in tears, so I got switched to breaking down the aisles: pulling stuff forward, filling in empty spots. I ended up working with my friend "Rosie" from the grocery department. She's a sweet person without being sugary: a bit loud in a pleasant way, a little bit tough in a take-nothing-from-nobody manner, but easy-going. She was glad to have the extra pair of hands, and I was glad to get away from those darn customers, so everyone ended up happy.