every 4 to 6 hours for the next 8 days in a row

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I gingerly walked into work yesterday. Sadly, the back of my hair did not look as good as the front seeing as I can not reach the back as of yet. Jeff says goodmorning, how are you? I'm good. Your not walking like you are good. He is preoccupied. He is stressed to the max with our staffing issues. I go about my opening duties, we open the store to the throngs of people waiting.

A break comes and Jeff wants to talk to me. I tell him about the weekend, he asks, "So you have been to the doctor? You know it's broken?" I laugh a little (because it hurts to laugh a lot) "YES!" He is amazed I am even there. Are you on any pain pills? Yes, two of them every four to six hours.

He tells me that my first month of being an assistant will be strictly to train our new peeps and the new seniors. I will be on the floor as much as possible helping with the transition. That's cool, I can do that. Then he mentions he is not sure what the salary will be, talks about the commission, etc. I tell him, I do not want to lose money, I probably will. OK, I will process that when it actually comes down.

I look at next weeks schedule. Two managers on vacation at the same time. It will be the Mandy & Kimmy show, I will be working eight days in a row starting tomorrow. Yeah, that will be fun.

I am feeling a bit down. I do not like being sick or hurt. I am the biggest baby when it comes to those. First my tooth, 2 days of feeling good and now my rib. Then the 8 days in a row. ugh ...