My feet are killing me, and killing me not so softly. I am in dire need of some massage therapy or something. I’ve been gone since 730am and just got home around 6pm. I got in over 9 hours of work, and let me tell you. I feel like someone lit my feet on fire. I am gimping around the house here trying to get things done, the laundry and I took a bath as well. Now I need to get to the back room to get the laundry drying, cause I am out of clean pants for tomorrow. And the sooner I get to to work the sooner I can leave. I feel so bad knowing that everyone else cannot leave, at all. Everyone at the store is on mandatory stay at the store. I don’t think its fair but who am I. I am just a vendor…and I love my job.