The sleeve of my sweater. Fabulous.

Rough day at work. They have decided that now in addition to all the other crap we have to do, now we have to make sure the shelf extenders are full. I was twelve kinds of pissed. Its really not that much more work its that it is something that the managers do but have now decided that it is too much work for them. Fuck that shit. I hate my job. Get me out of here. My vacation can't come soon enough. By this time in two weeks I should be enjoying sunny Florida. Please!