talking shop

11:30 p.m. on a Sunday and I cannot sleep. Still playing catchup from my so-called vacation, during which time we were short three people: my sales associate, who's been out on medical leave for a while now; infants dept. mgr, a position as yet unfilled; and myself.

Spent most of Saturday scanning the infants bins and restocking the salesfloor. I clocked out that afternoon with a clenched feeling in my lower back. It hasn't gone away. Between that, the unusually warm temperatures in the store, the added workload and irregular sleep, I'm irritable and sleepless, forgetful and clumsy, distracted and sad.

Luz is coming by for me in a few hours; we're both supposed to be at work at 5 tomorrow morning.