I worked for 8 hours today.
I may sound like a wimp, but I'm exhausted. The longest I've ever been at work for so far is 3 hours. My body is no longer used to being at school all day, my circadian rhythms are off, and I got about four hours of sleep the night before.
My day didn't start out too horribly at all. After my coffee I was actually excited to be at work, vacuuming floors and wrapping gifts. The morning hours passed quickly and nicely.
After lunch, my day went to shit. The hours passed slowly. I was starting to get tired. I had a splinter from climbing into the attic to get boxes. And then I broke what was very likely the messiest thing I could have broken.
When I dropped the flower candle votive thing, it sounded like an instant waterfall. Oil went everywhere, small shard of glass littered the floor, and I felt absolutely horrible. Luckily all of the kind ladies I work with helped clean up and told stories of when they broke things for the first time, partially helping to console me. After cleaning everything with soap and water I still had an hour left before I could go home, and I was bored out of my mind.
All in all, I'm glad the day is almost over. On the plus side, I've found some major character motivation and quite possibly a name for the one currently known only as 'Young Man' in my planning journal, though I'm not significantly attached to it and it may sound just a bit girly.
I need to go do some writing, or I'm gonna fall behind before I've even really begun.
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