Bit of Ivory

I’m just blogging while my foot spa does its magic. I forgot how tiring an 8-hour day on your feet at Deseret Book can be. My feet and back are now reminding me of it. Ouch.

Worst thing is I get to work another one tomorrow. And the next day. And the next.

My manager called me up a couple of weeks ago and asked me to if I could help fill in for the Mother’s Day rush. So I said yes, and then he told me my hours– Noon to 8, Wednesday through Saturday. I still said yes, of course, thinking of all the money I could make–which is important, seeing as how I have no other job. I didn’t really think about how exhausted I would be.

Oh, well. I can come home and get a good night’s sleep every night, at least. And there’s always my trusty foot spa. Mmm, massage and heat. Best purchase I ever made. I think I’m going to have my mom buy me some shoe liners, though. My Skechers need help.

I need to read two chapters of PoA tonight– I decided not to read “Snape’s Grudge” last night because the darn chapter makes me so mad at Harry– much as I like seeing Malfoy with a face full of mud, and hear Snape called a slimeball and a greasy git, Harry is such a complete prat in that chapter, sneaking into Hogsmeade when he knows a mad psychopath is out to get him. He acts like a typical 13 year old, I know, but I’ve gotten used to the fact that Harry is better than the typical 13 year old. So it’s disappointing. Anyway, rather than end on a complete downer, I’ll read two chapters tonight– “Snape’s Grudge” and “The Quidditch Final.” Much better, don’t you think?