Boredom is better (boringer but healthier?) than dissociation

The most fun I have at the store is probably when I find a big wall of shelves in disorder and I get to rearrange it and move everything around and make it look nice. Once I spent like two whole days making a whole wall of hanging pegs of reading glasses, and shortly before Christmas I did this to the electric toothbrushes, the dried fruit and nuts, and the kitchen implements, among other things.

Or when I get to make an island or shelf-end display, but that's rarer, because MOST of the islands are just pallets that come like that already and MOST of the shelf-end displays are dictated by corporate, and the sort-of-supervisor-full-time-employee-who-is-in-charge-of-me (although most of the time I am doing stuff independently now according to the principles she has given me) is the best in the store at making shelves and displays look nice so she does most of them. There are enough to do that she doesn't quite have time to do it all, though.

Most of this week I wasn't doing any of that, though, just unpacking newly arrived shipments and tidying and modifying the shelves in minor ways (to make room for stuff mostly) as I went. It's a lot more boring. And today I spent unpacking candy and food, my least favorite thing to unpack. It was even more boring than the shelving I did earlier this week, though.

But I feel a little less dead now at the end of the week than I did earlier in the week. I have no idea why, but I'll take it.