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HAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa, holy crap, THIS DAY.
I got to work at 7:30 this morning. I left work at 9:30. TONIGHT. For those kids counting at home, that's FOURTEEN HOURS of barista-ing. Co-Worker H, who was supposed to work the closing shift, had her car break down somewhere in bumfuck north Montana this morning, and there are SIX other people who work the coffee shop, and NONE of them could cover. I'm pretty much a hero. The boss lady, when she left this evening, came up and patted me on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for killing yourself for us tonight, and I'm sorry."
I was mostly happy to do it, but good GOD, my feet hurt. :(
I got to work at 7:30 this morning. I left work at 9:30. TONIGHT. For those kids counting at home, that's FOURTEEN HOURS of barista-ing. Co-Worker H, who was supposed to work the closing shift, had her car break down somewhere in bumfuck north Montana this morning, and there are SIX other people who work the coffee shop, and NONE of them could cover. I'm pretty much a hero. The boss lady, when she left this evening, came up and patted me on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for killing yourself for us tonight, and I'm sorry."
I was mostly happy to do it, but good GOD, my feet hurt. :(