Yesterday when I got to work the place was crawling with children! Not literally, but they were literally children - there were only about six or eight of them, though, and they were 16- and 17-year-olds, so not crawling. A whole batch of tiny interns, the youngest ones you can have, fulfilling the internship requirements from technical high school. As a result, the warehouse was three quarters empty of new deliveries by afternoon. That's very unusual, because although shipments are arriving daily and being unpacked daily, they typically stay in the warehouse a few days to a week still bound up in boxes first due simply to the fact that not everybody can unpack everything and we can't know what's in the boxes until we're ready to unpack them.

They did get quite a lot done, in spite of a higher tendency to ask questions and to pause and talk to each other. In the higher volume of Christmas stuff, there was plenty of work for them - though I imagine they won't be here for very long at their age.

Also yesterday Wax and I went to the store as soon as we both finished working, planning to eat and go to bed early because we were both exhausted (Wax has been working like 8 days in a row and I didn't get enough sleep on Tuesday night and then spent the day working through mild back pain that didn't go away with a pill). We DID manage to finish dinner by 5:30, but we still failed to go to sleep early. I failed to put down the book I was reading promptly, for one. (Foreigner #5 now, Defender.)