Last night was friday night, didn't go to bed till 1am, and so now it's 6:30am Saturday morning and I'm suppose to be at work in twenty minutes. And I know I should be used to it, but it's hard getting used to a schedule when work is eratic about which shifts you work. Sometimes it's 7am, other times it's 9am, or 11am, and sometimes just to really try and mess ya' up, it'll be something like 8:30am. What the hell? Hate retail!