I don't know where the damn recession is, because a gazillion trillion contractors showed their scruffy faces in my branch of business today wanting ladders, trash cans, fittings, fasteners, tubing (what the hell, I ask you), baseboard heaters (this is CALIFORNIA and the East Bay to boot--what the f do you want a HEATER for?), blowers, levels, racking...
Okay, I'll stop.
Normally I'd be happy--if I wasn't filling every frickin' order myself. And the end of the day the steeltoes STEAM when I loosen the laces. I think lunch today was 7 minutes long.
I miss girl jobs.