Sore all over, especially my back. Instead of sorting racks after being tagged, as I normally do, they had me sort before being tagged. Withing 2 hours, those nasty bitches who make my life hell decided I couldn't work fast enough for them(note: I was already working so fast to strain myself), so it was decided I should roll the clothing out instead. With sorting(previously done by me), that's about 10-15 minutes per rack. Without sorting, it's 20-30 minutes. Naturally, we(me and the girl who normally does this by herself) had to do this without sorting.
Despite our best efforts, we still had several racks remaining at the end of the day to the point the production manager had to induce a few people to stay later than they should. All this happened the last time we tried this. And the time before that. And this is what I told the douchebag manager what happened last time we tried this, and what would happen if we tried it again.
Completely unrelated, I found a decorative sword I owned over a decade ago, that I thought my stepdad had taken from me(well, he did). I've been wondering for years what happened to it, and I just happened to randomly find it leaning against the wall of the stairwell leading up to my parents new bedroom. If I didn't have to go up there to wake my mom up(which I wouldn't have had to do if she knew how to use an alarm clock), I probably would never have found it.