i just love it when i go to work on Friday, i get pushed to the verge of emotional breakdown and lose the will to live midway through my shift because it feels like there is no fucking way that one (1) cook in the kitchen (the other cook, also the owner, was out delivering) and one cashier (me) can finish preparing and packaging 12 fucking orders in the expected next half of an hour or so while four motherfuckers stare at me from across the counter waiting for their meals. And by love it i mean i hate it and i would quit this job if not for the fact that i need to save money and that there is no way to get a job that pays this well while i try to finish my damn master thesis in the middle of pandemic
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