Some advice for you folks...

...if you ever take a vacation from work...don't bother coming back.
I asked Eva this morning if she thought that we could maybe stay home and get paid if we promised to THINK REALLY HARD about work. Unfortunately, she said no, so off we went.
It's not that they did a piss-poor job while I was away. Actually, they kept it together pretty well. It's Mondays. I hate Mondays. Not for the usual reason most people give, which is BLECH! MONDAY!, but because I get TEN orders in on Monday, with a retail approaching and sometimes exceeding thirty five thousand dollars. There's so much work to do that I can easily keep myself busy all day long without even TOUCHING the major warehouse order.
Mine is the age-old complaint: overworked and undervalued. (Or maybe I'm overvalued--they sure seem to think I can get it all done with a minimum of help). A whopping 98% of visitors to a grocery store will buy something from either the frozen or the dairy department, but because most of my products either lose the store money or make so very little, I'm just a subset of grocery...and it feels like it.
Oh, well, by tomorrow my legs won't feel like guitar strings tuned six octaves past their normal pitch, I won't have this overwhelming urge to plop my head into my supper and fall asleep, and maybe, just maybe, by the end of tomorrow, today's work might be done.
Sometimes I think I need an office job, but that would simply be exchanging one kind of stress for a whole different kind of stress. So I guess what I really need is a couple of million dollars. Anybody got some they can spare?