Dunkin Donuts…
This is how my first day back to work went:
Having a not bad hair day. Walk into work. Immediately hair is coated in sugar, grease, and coffee.
Enter store with confidence and dignity. Get hit on by a creepy fifty year old with bad teeth and a comb over. Flirt back to make tips. Soul quietly dies.
Look down at arm OH MY GOD I HAVE A HORRIBLE DISEA… oh wait, it’s blue coolatta.
Look down at my leg OH MY GOD MY LEG IS BLEEDING PROFUSELY!!! Wipe with paper towel… oh wait, it’s just red coolatta.
Leave horrible heat as I enter the building. Realize building is not really that much cooler. Spend hours making cold, thirst quenching drinks for customers. Secretly wish they were dead.
See regulars and say hi. Realize none of them noticed I’d been gone for two weeks even though I see them more often than I see most of my family. Cry inside.
Leave, celebrating freedom, only to realize I have work for the next four nights.
