Work

I was working last night. The last hour I was promoted. Ok, not really, but sorta. They had put me in shoes. I know nothing about stocking shoes. The person in charge came around, looked around and sent me to the office to help out.
For the last hour I sat at a desk and folded and stuffed envelopes.

I am either really good at doing office things, or really bad at stocking shoes.
It might have had something to do with me walking around dragging the same box for ten minutes trying to find out where they went.

Not complaining. Like stuffing envelopes.