W-w-w-work.

There's always a love-hate relationship with work.
I love the fact that Commander lets me go get tea from Wisey's, and I enjoy constantly roaming through the store and shopping through the new stuff we just got in. And of course, the people we always get in there are always a treat -- I sold women's red zebra print skinny 'so tight that I can see your penis' (a Detroit Rock City reference for you) jeans to this guy who looked about 35.

Anyways, the picture is symbolic of my long days and nights working for the Commander (whoever he is -- even the managers aren't exactly sure). I love it. Obviously that's not me, but I constantly want to curl up in a box of leg warmers and rest my feet.
It's probably because I need better shoes. But this job is definitely worth it.