That’s what I have to say about working as an overnight Wal-Mart stocker.
Also, ow ow ow ow ow ow, ow.
My hardly physically fit body isn’t taking the adjustment to moving boxes, opening boxes, and stocking shelves very well. Not so far, anyway. I’ve come home many a morning with my legs and feet — especially my feet — on fire with pain. Then I get home, and try to sleep (which is difficult enough, what with Jordan and Azrael waking up roughly when I get home), and my legs cramp. It all makes for great inspiration to lose weight, let me tell you.