The thing about coming back for a 3rd night in a row is that, after ending the first shift crying, and getting out of the second shift an hour late, you just really don't give a fuck anymore.
I mean, it's not like I'm going to let children die on my watch, but, I'm just not 100% there. Like... 93%-ish at most, because I'm tired, I'm ready to go home, and I'm anticipating drinking to my happy heart's content in the following evening...
Written 12.12.11
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