I had it rough the last two hours of work because I was running the drive-thru, cooking breakfast and cleaning the kitchen area by myself while the shift leader was in the freaking office and then when the first shift came in the manager looked at me like it was all my fault that I wasn't finished by 6am.
The cashier for the front from first shift told me to slow down before I gave myself a heart attack. And it damn well felt like I was about to have one the way my heart was pounding in my chest.
*curls up in bed and wishes for someone to cuddle up with and have them tell me a bedtime story*
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