Well I called in sick on Friday and left work early Saturday. I had a minor breakdown... ok, I had a major breakdown at work. Even the coworker who has been the bane to my existence was hugging me. The temporary manager has now officially made all four of our sales associates cry on the sales floor. Hubby was there when I started my breakdown so he defended me, and well, that didn't go over well because the cops were very nearly called. Hubby accused the temporary manager of everything I wanted to say, but couldn't. My coworkers all stood there jaws dropped. He didn't say anything inaccurate, just loudly and colorfully -- the ONLY thing that got me through this mess was the fact that he was working there part time throughout the summer.

The good news is: TOMORROW IS THE LAST DAY!!! woohoo!!! I spend two weeks unboxing new items and getting the new store together. Sounds like a vacation to me.