No, not again!

Tonight kicked my ass, hardcore!

I got home at 2am, the shop closes at 11p!!!

My body hurts in ways it hasn't hurt since... since... my first restaurant job. 
I would kill for a massage right now.  I need to be rubbed in a bad way, head to toe, front to back.
I hurt everywhere. 

New Guy is a good guy and a good worker but he's a bit slow to catch on.  Which shouldn't be surprising because he's 37 and still lives with his parents. 
Not to mention that he can't do math to save his life.  Which is bad when you have to count out a till.

I'm closing with him again tomorrow night. 
It will be better though.  The airport is going to be slower tomorrow, I know that he can't add and I'm not letting him near a register during rushes (because he's not god at common sense either*, not because he can't add.)

Tomorrow is my Friday. 
I'm going to go crawl (because I don't think I can walk) into bed, pass the fuck out and attempt to sleep forever.

* When taking an order for a Carmel Shake, he felt the need to ring it up as a mocha shake (which has chocolate and coffee in it) then modify it to carmel only... instead of a Vanilla Shake (which already has no coffee in it) add Carmel Sauce.