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Saturday is a special day its the day we clean out the stock room

Saturdays are pretty dull at the bookstore. Make that really dull. Which is why I voluntarily spent my Saturday cleaning out the entire stockroom. We had a crap ton of batteries sitting in their batter boxes, so I decided to unbox them all. Here's the thing about batteries. They triple box them for shipping. But the packages are STILL dinged up and broken. So really, save some cardboard Duracell. It'll be alright. Once I started on the batteries I couldn't stop. So I did everything. This is what it looked like behind my counter.
Not going to lie, my favorite part was tossing boxes over my shoulder and hearing the satisfying toppling over of all the other boxes. 
Now, I got all the contents of those boxes, into these. 
I know, amazing concept, batteries can touch each other. I was quite proud of my work. At the end of my shift, here was the beautiful stockroom
See those nicely stacked calculators on the bottom shelf? Oh they make me so happy! I'm quite proud of the work I got done Saturday, and even if my boss doesn't know I did it, that's ok. I know, and everyone I showed pictures to pretended to be impressed. Haha!

In other news, a lot of my co-workers posted on Facebook that they'd seen the conjuring and it'd scared them real good, so I enjoyed randomly clapping my hands next to their faces. They weren't too happy with me. Then I made them tell me the plot so I could be scared too. I'm that awesome person where when you read an awesome book or see an awesome movie, I WANT you to tell me the plot. I enjoy it.  We get to have a special moment. Sometimes I wish I had me for a friend so I could tell people about the awesome movies I saw and them not get mad for ruining the spoilers. That's obviously what I'm so excited about!

Actually, I take that back. There was this one night back in my dorm, where I'd just seen the last Twilight and it has this awesome twist in it that I loved. When I got back to my room, I told my inebriated roommate the twist and we talked and she yelled that she was so mad. The next day, she totally didn't remember the conversation, so she still got to be surprised as well. 

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