Physically: I worked for a floral shop during Valentine's week. I would come home and be so exhausted and my hands would be so swollen that I would just sit on the bed and cry - then I'd pick myself put and go back to work. They gave me an excellent recommend to my next job - saying they never saw someone work so hard in their life.
Mentally- Memorial Hospital - hands down. I hit the desk running every single day, and did some amazing things for them. When I go there to visit they always always ask me when I'm coming back.
I did a temp job at a flower shop to help them catch up on orders for Christmas. You wouldn't think it would be so tiring working with flowers all day - but it can be! A friend worked at a different shop full time. She dreaded Valentine's Day.
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Date: 2007-02-19 07:23 am (UTC)Mentally- Memorial Hospital - hands down. I hit the desk running every single day, and did some amazing things for them. When I go there to visit they always always ask me when I'm coming back.
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Date: 2007-02-19 09:35 am (UTC)