Bleh

My new mascara, despite being totally awesome in every other way, is clinging onto my eyelashes for dear life. I've been washing my face for ten minutes and they're still unnaturally black.

New staff. Glenda looks to be 45 years old and did not meet my expectations of the "new girl" Ismat told me about last week. It was a bit awkward bossing her around when despite the fact that she isn't a pharmacist she probably has about two decades' worth of pharmacy experience on me. Nevertheless, I took her to the bank, PO boxes and rubbish dump; after which I realised how much more natural it was to be telling someone like Georgia how to dispose of cardboard.

The rest of the day was spent moving stock, as per usual. My back is becoming a little sore from repeatedly bending down to the boxes and up to the shelves. The shop still looks a mess and I had to tread carefully to avoid the sharp objects protruding from various random places that threatened to snag my stockings. Despite my efforts I still manage at least one graze per shift.

It was a surprisingly tiring day. I squeezed in about 20 minutes of Luminous Arc during lunch.

Caught the train home with Jez. Every one of those twenty minutes was worth the eight hours that preceeded it.