After a 9 hr night shift in the bar and an endless drinking session to follow until the wee hours of the morning, the last thing i ever felt like doing was waking to the alarm which meant i had to get up and work, again. The only thing worse than a job you hate, is waking up at 7am to a job you hate. You're so tired not even a last minute shower helps, so hungover you can still taste beer and the 'morning' headache hasn't even hit you yet, and so over working at a shitbox cafe for $12 an hr that so many times you come close to turning back around and crawling into bed. That was me back in the day when i did 45 hr weekends.
Now on the rare occasion that i do have to rise early to work, i still take the same route just so i can pass this little ray of sunshine on my shithouse morning.
Thankyou.
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