The good: It's my birthday. 23 years old. Presents in Ca$$$$hmoneies plxthnx.
The bad: I work midnight shift later tonight. Blarg.
the ugly: Oil order came in today. (Oil order being basically anything we need in the automotive section of the store being carted in and the ENTIRE thing left on the sales floor. Thus it need to be priced and put up or stored ASAP.) Luckly my back wasn't as bad as it was yesterday.
The only thing I DON'T look forward to on my birthday is my Mom's annual birthday guilt trip of "I was in labor for such-and-such time, you did god-know-how many flips in my gut, the cord was wrapped around your neck so oxygen was cut off, had to do C-section..."
Yeah, I didn't get enough oxygen right befor I was born. It shows, doesn't it? :P