It's actually crazy to me how this underpaying job occupies my life. I'm a full-time student, and yet when I am going to sleep and wake up, I'm thinking about this stupid job. I need a lobotomy. I need that shit Jim Carrey got in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, but for my goddamn job.
How mad do y'all think the big boss man will be when he's doing the next payroll and finds out he has to pay me for 8.22 (and maybe more) overtime hours? Tbh he can't be that upset when I'm the reason his store is maintaining business and function.
Oh, how much I long to work at a quiet bookstore.
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