I’m working 6 days at the restaurant this week.
SIX!
For the past 3 months I’ve only been doing 3, 4 at the max.
I’ve only worked 2 of my 6 days and I’m already burnt out. I have 5 lovely days in a row.
Over one of the worst weekends in history.
Ugh.
Oh well, I do it to myself, right?
