I've been here eleven hours. My fuzzy sweater is starting to make me itch. My hair is irritating me. I am only surviving because I can sniff my perfume of the neck of the sweater. It's very calming and lovely.
I finally bind my hair up. Quickly. Unprofessionally. Loosely. Who are we kidding? No more customers are coming.
The moment I do so, someone pops their head into my door "Why'd you put yer hair up?"
BECAUSE I FREAKING WANT TO, THAT'S WHY!
Haha.