You know what's fun?

having a long day at work after a night of ok, but not quie enough sleep, losing track of some product for sale in the one spot of the shop where there aren't cameras, being accused of theft that you didn't commit, ultimately managing to get the event settled with the product still lost (making up for it by returning something you bought earlier that day and hadn't opened yet, something you'd been looking forward to getting for at least a month, to make up for value of the items that went missing) but the people in charge don't believe you stole it, but knowing there are now several other people, who you see regularly, who don't care and will believe you stole it anyway, and the whole time this is being dealt with, having a panic attack.

wait, no. that's not fun at all. why did I do any of that?