If you just clocked in 30 minutes ago and you're already checking your watch to see how close you are to going home, you might be suffering from a semi-permanent case of the Mondays. It's that feeling when you hate everyone and everything at your job and you can't possibly imagine another second of suffering, but you need money, so here we are. Your inner monologue alternates between the dark, sinister voice in your head that insults everyone, to your outer "customer service" voice when you greet people saying, "Hello, how may I help you?" All you can do is hope that customers don't complain when you roll your eyes or give them a sideways glance. It's not entirely their fault that you're grouchy… Oh wait, it is.
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