I find my day job very depressing. I know I shouldn’t complain so much, there are so many people who would be happy to have my job, there are alot of people stuggling to find work.
However, sitting here for hours on end, staring out the front window at the equally as boring Telus store across the street is just painful.
Eleven Hours. I sit here some days for Eleven Hours. I have the same conversation with each customer, “Hi Howareya… Cars… jeez… Everything always happens at once… can’t car repairs space eacho other out based on our pay schedule, hahaha… yadda yadda yadda….”
Eleven Hours I sit here and think… I could be sewing, I could be cooking, I could be cleaning, I could be playing with Oliver, I could.. I could…
I wash the counter, I wash the glass, I twirl my hair…
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