I'm a glutton for punishment

I was up until 3 am watching that stupid movie last night and this morning I got a 7 am wakeup call asking me to come into work on my day off. My dumb ass said yes. I clocked in at 8:30 and was supposed to be on my merry way at 2:30 in the afternoon. HA, Ya right. The person I filled in for was from stock so I spent my time until 2:30 unpacking and hanging up clothes, sorting and nubbing them with size caps. As I get ready to go clock out at 2:30 the Manager (AKA Whip cracker ;) asks me if I would mind staying until 3:30. I agree, hey it's just one more hour right? Of course at this point I haven't had anything to eat or drink all day except for water because I came straight into work out of bed and the vending machine is a sad little affair, so I am thinking an hour I can handle, but after that I'M DONE. HA again. 6 o clock and 6 hummers later I was finally clocking out. No Stormy not that kind of Hummer. A hummer at work is a great big rack of merchandise that needs to be ran to the floor and displayed and shelved. It was a long day. But hey I got to wear jeans to work, and comfy shoes, so I won't bitch too much. Tomorrow I am supposed to have a day off. And what is sad is the fact that if I get called in again, I'll go. I need the money I'm a po beeotch.