Eat up!

Was very premenstrual today. Cried on the train. Cried at work. Cried on the way to the bank. Cried at the bank. When asked was wrong I said "my boyfriend thinks I'm fat".

Wasn't in the mood for customer service. Instead I volunteered all the crap I usually avoided with overboard enthusiasm. Vacuuming. Mopping. Refilling stock. Finding excuses to go to IGA to buy some cleaning product or other to add to our already-sizeable collection of random cleaning products I bought out of having nothing better to do.

Almost cried again before lunch for different reasons. I can't begin to describe how many hours John and I (mostly I) spent moving hundreds of items across the store, discussing how to align categories and planning sections according to the Pharmacy Choice planogram. This morning we hired a few girls from Symbion to help with displays. In less than 40 minutes just about every piece of labour from the past three weeks had been undone. Looking at the empty wall that once held Codral and Sudafed I remembered leaving the pharmacy one night almost tripping over myself with exhaustion after painstakingly setting up the entire cold & flu section according to John's orders. What the hell for?

At least I'm paid for effort-consumingly contributing absolutely nothing at all.

This afternoon Ismat instructed me to eucalyptus-oil one of our extremely old and dirty-sticky-tape-clad stands which currently holds reduced-price make-up. I'd bet Jez's DS that within the next two weeks the stand will be sitting in a landfill, but nevertheless I was grateful for something to excuse myself from the umbrella-purchasing, never-ending-questions-asking, plastic-bag-requesting customers. After one hour, half a bottle of eucalyptus, five ripped pairs of rubber gloves and two cleaning sponges, I finished cleaning one out of four sides of the dirty old thing. It looked brand new.

Rmyb.