Is it bedtime yet?

The agony. The agony.

Boy, oh, boy am I in bad shape today. Today was one of my long days, where I spend the day at my real job, then drive straight over to retail hell for my customary two nights a week. This equates to a 15 hour day.

...A 15 hour day as stiff as a board. I've got muscles that are sore that I didn't even think I used yesterday. You know, like the morning after all night carnal monkey sex, and you try to figure out how you got bite marks on your elbow and why does your left big toe hurt on every fourth step. The weird thing was I felt like a champ yesterday. No problems running like a nut for three hours.

The only solace in my stiff and sore condition is the fact that kids fifteen years younger than me showed up for work barely able to walk straight or sit and stand up. This is where my mean streak kicks in. While putting out an Oscar caliber performance of hiding my own pain, I chime in constantly with "What are ya? on a break?" "lets go, come on, hustle!"

Now I need to find a 95lb malaysian chick to walk on my back....